Snippet #1231390

"I suppose we're not allowed to take a fistful of our now-devalued dollars and shove them in the guy's face so he doesn't need to rob a bank to get money anymore?" Despite the fact that English wasn't her native language, Teresia Roehder could speak it nearly as fluently as any native. "Well, I suppose even if we could, that would fall into the camp of 'giving a man a fish,' wouldn't it? Not much help there...

"Well, at least he's small-time. Those kind are usually caused by something simple, like relationship trouble or the lack of a job. Know what? Probably the last one; it is the middle of the Depression, after all."

Not like what happened in America was anything like other countries. Teri remembered the family stories, the devaluing of the Mark, the way the people of Germany had thought they'd needed something radical in order to save them... "They got a Roosevelt. We got a Hiter. It was the luck of he draw, nothing more." Isn't that right, Oma?

Teri shook her head, unsettling some of her blond locks. "Just don't tell me we have to go all Freud on the man, or something."