was doing it for the benefit of the young man.
âI was worried that you would get lost. This is my friend Paul.â
The young man had risen and now took Bernieâs hand. âI am glad to meet you. I hope you donât mind my coming.â
âOf course not. I like young people.â What a stupid thing to say. Was he a friend of Sarahâs or a boyfriend?
He had some trouble manoeuvring the case under the table. Sarah said, âIs that a violin?â
âI bought it this afternoon. Itâs for Brent.â
âYou bought a violin for Brent?â
âDonât you know that heâs taking lessons?â
âMay we see it?â Paul asked.
âSure. Do you play?â
âIn school I played the cello. My uncle is quite a good violinist. He plays in a string quartet in Potsdam.â
Bernie had brought the case up and laid it on his lap. He undid the latches and opened the top. Paul whistled softly. âItâs very beautiful,â he said.
âZeyde, Brent is
seven
years old. Aunt Maureen is forcing him to take lessons. He wants to play hockey. And itâs full size â itâs too big for him.â
Bernie shut the case and closed the latches. âHeâll grow into it,â he said gruffly, pushing the case back under the table. The waiter came and he immediately ordered a tea. Sarah and Paul ordered beers. He said to Paul, âWere you born in Berlin?â
âNo, in the country, a small village.â
âAnd both your parents were German?â
âYes.â
âAnd your grandparents? They were here, in the thirties, the forties?â
He hadnât meant to sound quite so aggressive; perhaps he was annoyed at Sarah for her skepticism about the violin. Paul said, âPerhaps you are asking if they were in the war. My maternal grandfather was in the navy. He helped to sink two British ships. My paternal grandfather was in the infantry. He was shot by a Russian soldier and lost his leg.â
âIs that what youâre asking, Zeyde?â
âThe service is very slow here,â Bernie said.
Their drinks came. Sarah looked angry, although heâd hardly done anything wrong. He could hear Idaâs sighing voice:
Well, are you happy with your performance this evening? Do you think it makes you look clever?
The only one who didnât seem out of sorts was Paul, who asked Bernie about what he had seen and done in Berlin. He felt a sudden gratitude to the young man.
âSuch a nice violin,â Paul said, as Bernie was counting out money for the bill. âMaybe you will learn to play it.â
âItâs a little late for that,â Bernie said. âArthritis. Besides, I donât know a thing about music. I never had the ear for it.â
They got up. Sarah said, almost reluctantly, âWhat are you doing tomorrow?â
âIâm going to that concentration camp north of Berlin.â Paul said, âI donât think Jews should visit the camps. I think only Germans should go.â
âZeyde, maybe itâs not a good idea.â
âI was almost fifteen years old when I first heard about them. We saw pictures in the newspapers.â
âI offer to go with you,â Paul said.
âPaul, stop it.â
âStop what? If your grandfather wants to go to Sachsenhausen, perhaps itâs better I go with him. Itâs confusing to get there. Very tiring by the time you leave. I will come, Bernie.â
âThat is very kind of you.â
âWell, Iâm definitely not doing this,â Sarah said.
âI didnât mean to cause an argument.â
âThere is no argument. What time shall I come to the hotel?â
âNine oâclock suits me.â
âOkay, good.â
Outside, they stood in the light cast by the café. Bernie took a breath, wondering what to say to ease the grim expression on Sarahâs face. But all he managed was âIt
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