Don’t even ask me where I got this story, or how many of the actual details I’m using.
As was whispered to me once in a hotel, AWAY from the walls — “This stuff is classified! Where are you getting this?”
All good writers are journalists. We can get stuff. And we’re NOSY. And busy-bodies.
And the Rommel boys know each other (if not themselves) *so* well.
I’m just sitting here snickering.
But I’ll bet I’m not the only one wishes we could still talk to our families like that.