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“What do you think you are doing in talking like that to my husband!? You’re probably insatiable - no wonder when we know what sort of background you come from.”
“You of all people say that - what were you once? ... Oh yes, a hairdresser,”
Martha replies. Her tone of voice is ice cold and relaxed, she is showing not the slightest sign of excitement or emotion.
Klaus Friedrich looks at me, expecting a commentary from me. I keep silent, not knowing how to deal with the provocation. What license is Martha allowing herself here, I wonder. Klaus Friedrich is enraged:
"All my life no woman has interfered with my business matters. What liberties are you giving yourself now? The two of you have probably cooked up something good - but without me, my dear child, I think, you two should leave now.”
I get up, the situation has become distinctively embarrassing for me, and I want to leave the place as quickly as possible. We are given a cold goodbye and get, somewhat drunk, into the Jaguar and drive off irresponsibly to Blankenese. Then too there is a police breath control, especially on feast days, but at this moment that does not matter, and I am too stirred up emotionally. A dark intuition has claimed me.
“I believe that was not good, what on earth is driving you?!” I say.
“There will be consequences.”
"Nonsense,”
says Martha.
“You’ll see that nothing will happen - there is NOTHING he can do.
time the old man left the way free for you. If not voluntarily, you must help it along. But you’re too weak for that.”
I wonder where she had that certainty from.
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After New Year. Only a few days after New Year Klaus Friedrich invited me privately to a meal in the Hotel Vierjahreszeiten. There in the grill-room he wanted to speak with me about what was going on.
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