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“I won’t marry him,” a younger Sonja stated firmly. “Absolutely not!”

“You’re pregnant by him.” Her mother pressed her lips together.

“Those two things have nothing to do with each other,” Sonja replied. “Uwe is . . . not a man to marry.”

“But he’s all right to fornicate with?” Her mother’s lips were still a single straight line. “My daughter – a slut . . . a whore.”

Sonja flinched