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She puckered her lips at the mirror and thought she looked exactly like the American actress Jean Harlow in Libeled Lady. Her older sister, Hazel, and she had spent one whole summer holiday sneaking into matinee showings of pirated Hollywood films. Libeled Lady was a favorite of the owner who also operated the reel. He ran it twice a week. Elsie had just completed an abridged English language course in Grundschule and eagerly p ed familiar words and phrases from the actors lines. By the time school resumed, she was performing whole scenes for Hazel in their bedroom adorned in Muttis feather hats and fake pearls. So accurate in her English clip with its musical up and downs, Hazel swore she couldve passed as the American blond bombshells doppelgänger. That was before Jean Harlow died and the Nazis closed the cinema for displaying American movies. The owner, like so many, had quietly disappeared. Shortly thereafter, the Bund Deutscher Mädel was made mandatory, and Elsie and Hazel participated in replacing all the beautiful theater posters of Jean Harlow and William Powell with stark images of the führer. It was their local BDMs community service project, and Elsie had loathed doing it. In fact, she hated most everything about the BDM. She failed at all the wife, mother, homemaker training activities except baking, and she detested that her Saturdays were spent in group calisthenics. While Hazel thrived and grew more popular, Elsie felt oppressed and stifled by the uniforms and strict codes of conduct. THE LEBENSBORN PROGRAM STEINHRING, GERMANY DECEMBER 20, 1944 Elsie, Heil Hitler, Hazel SCHMIDT BÄCKEREI 56 LUDWIGSTRASSE GARMISCH, GERMANY DECEMBER 21, 1944 Hazel, Heil Hitler. Your loving sister, Elsie SCHMIDT BÄCKEREI 56 LUDWIGSTRASSE GARMISCH, GERMANY DECEMBER 24, 1944 Elsie, hurry! You dont want to keep Herr Hub waiting, Mutti called from downstairs. Elsie fumbled with the buttons on her kid gloves. Shed worn them only onceyears before at her First Holy Communion. They made everything she touched feel like newly risen dough. At communion, shed kept them on when the Lutheran minister handed her the chalice. The smooth cup against gloved hands felt truly divine; the bite of red wine, not so much. Shed instinctively put a hand to her mouth after tasting the tart sacrament and stained her right fingers. Mutti thought it a sacrilege and soaked the gloves in water and vinegar for nearly an entire day. Still, the index finger retained a slight blush. Elsie dabbed a last bit of rouge on her bottom lip and smeared it round, checked that all her hairpins were hidden and blinked hard to make her eyes glossy bright. She was ready. It was her first official Nazi eventa comingout partyand she couldnt make a better appearance. After his whiteandgreen US Customs and Border Protection pickup passed the front window, she pulled the shelf and to keep them perfectly symmetrical, she cut slivers from each of the three remaining pieces, then licked along the blade of the butter knife. Midafternoon, Reba parked out front of Elsies German Bakery on Trawood Drive. The shop was smaller than shed imagined. A carved wooden sign hung over the door: Bäckerei. The smell of yeasty breads and honey glazes hovered in the air despite the blustery wind sweeping round the Franklin Mountains. Reba pulled her jacket collar up under her chin. It was a chilly day for El Paso, a high of 63 degrees. The bell over the bakery door chimed as a darkhaired woman and her son tottered out. The boy held a pretzel, studded with salt and half chewed. But when can we have gingerbread? he asked. After dinner. She took his free hand. Whats for dinner? The boy bit into the knotted middle. Menudo. She shook her head. Eat, eat, eat. Thats all you think about. GARMISCH, GERMANY JULY 1945 She did not flinch. Her husband rolled over, pulling the blanket with him and exposing her body. She remained rigid as a corpse. He switched off the alarm clock, turned back to kiss her cheek, and rose. She feigned deep sleep. The kind that, when true, gives glimpse to eternity. Soon enough she would join him in the day, keeping silent what she knew and welcoming the whitehot sun as blamelessly as possible. She would tend to the , scrub the dishes, wind the cuckoos, and sweep the floors. She would bake bread and glaze the buns in melted sugar. 3168 FRANKLIN RIDGE DRIVE EL PASO, TEXAS NOVEMBER 5, 2007 Reba had called Elsies German Bakery every day for over a week without getting through. Each time, she was greeted by a twangy West Texan voice on the answering machine. She took a swig of orange juice to coat her voice sunny and sweet before the beep. Hi, this is Reba Adams from Sun City magazine. I was calling again to reach Elsie Meriwether. I left my number in my last two messages, so if you could ring me back thatd be great. Thanks. She hung up and threw the cordless onto the couch. P.S. Get your head out of the oven, and pick up the damn phone! Why dont you go over there? Riki pulled on his coat. Guess I dont have a choice. My deadline is in two weeks, Reba complained. The station tour and interview ended where it began, at the entrance. Were just everyday guys doing our jobs, hed said and opened the door for her exit. Shed nodded and stood for an uncomfortably long moment, unable to convince her feet to move out of his dark, magnetic stare. I may need a little more infowould you be available later? shed asked, and hed promptly dictated his cell phone number. A few weeks later, she lay naked beside him, wondering who was this woman that possessed her body. Not Reba Adams. Or at least not the Reba Adams from Richmond, ia. That would never have slept with a man after knowing him such little time. Scandalous! But this felt shiny new, and that was exactly what she wanted. So she had curled her body around his and leaned her chin on his tanned chest, knowing full well that she could get up and leave anytime she wanted. The power of that made her lightheaded with satisfaction, but she didnt want to leave, didnt want him to either. There and then, she prayed for him to stay. He had, and now she felt like a migrant bird tethered to a desert rock. She jiggled her foot anxiously. Her stomach growled. See you later. Riki kissed the back of her head. Reba didnt turn around. The door opened and shut, and a cool, draft of November air swept round her bare ankles. I thought this would be an easy, fun one to write. An hour on the phone, send the photographer to take some shots, and Id be done. Its just a feelgood profile. She went to the refrigerator and eyed the caramel cheesecake Riki was saving for tonight. 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The dress, ivory silk chiffon trimmed in crystal beading, hung at just the right angle so as to give the illusion her breasts and hips were rounder than their actuality. She puckered her lips at the mirror and thought she looked exactly like the American actress Jean Harlow in Libeled Lady. Her older sister, Hazel, and she had spent one whole summer holiday sneaking into matinee showings of pirated Hollywood films. Libeled Lady was a favorite of the owner who also operated the reel. He ran it twice a week. Elsie had just completed an abridged English language course in Grundschule and eagerly p ed familiar words and phrases from the actors lines. By the time school resumed, she was performing whole scenes for Hazel in their bedroom adorned in Muttis feather hats and fake pearls. So accurate in her English clip with its musical up and downs, Hazel swore she couldve passed as the American blond bombshells doppelgänger. That was before Jean Harlow died and the Nazis closed the cinema for displaying American movies. The owner, like so many, had quietly disappeared. Shortly thereafter, the Bund Deutscher Mädel was made mandatory, and Elsie and Hazel participated in replacing all the beautiful theater posters of Jean Harlow and William Powell with stark images of the führer. It was their local BDMs community service project, and Elsie had loathed doing it. In fact, she hated most everything about the BDM. She failed at all the wife, mother, homemaker training activities except baking, and she detested that her Saturdays were spent in group calisthenics. While Hazel thrived and grew more popular, Elsie felt oppressed and stifled by the uniforms and strict codes of conduct.
THE LEBENSBORN PROGRAM STEINHRING, GERMANY DECEMBER 20, 1944 Elsie, Heil Hitler, Hazel SCHMIDT BÄCKEREI 56 LUDWIGSTRASSE GARMISCH, GERMANY DECEMBER 21, 1944 Hazel, Heil Hitler. Your loving sister, Elsie SCHMIDT BÄCKEREI 56 LUDWIGSTRASSE GARMISCH, GERMANY DECEMBER 24, 1944 Elsie, hurry! You dont want to keep Herr Hub waiting, Mutti called from downstairs. Elsie fumbled with the buttons on her kid gloves. Shed worn them only onceyears before at her First Holy Communion. They made everything she touched feel like newly risen dough. At communion, shed kept them on when the Lutheran minister handed her the chalice. The smooth cup against gloved hands felt truly divine; the bite of red wine, not so much. Shed instinctively put a hand to her mouth after tasting the tart sacrament and stained her right fingers. Mutti thought it a sacrilege and soaked the gloves in water and vinegar for nearly an entire day. Still, the index finger retained a slight blush. Elsie dabbed a last bit of rouge on her bottom lip and smeared it round, checked that all her hairpins were hidden and blinked hard to make her eyes glossy bright. She was ready. It was her first official Nazi eventa comingout partyand she couldnt make a better appearance.
After his whiteandgreen US Customs and Border Protection pickup passed the front window, she pulled the shelf and to keep them perfectly symmetrical, she cut slivers from each of the three remaining pieces, then licked along the blade of the butter knife. Midafternoon, Reba parked out front of Elsies German Bakery on Trawood Drive. The shop was smaller than shed imagined. A carved wooden sign hung over the door: Bäckerei. The smell of yeasty breads and honey glazes hovered in the air despite the blustery wind sweeping round the Franklin Mountains. Reba pulled her jacket collar up under her chin. It was a chilly day for El Paso, a high of 63 degrees. The bell over the bakery door chimed as a darkhaired woman and her son tottered out. The boy held a pretzel, studded with salt and half chewed. But when can we have gingerbread? he asked. After dinner. She took his free hand. Whats for dinner? The boy bit into the knotted middle. Menudo. She shook her head. Eat, eat, eat. Thats all you think about.
GARMISCH, GERMANY JULY 1945 She did not flinch. Her husband rolled over, pulling the blanket with him and exposing her body. She remained rigid as a corpse. He switched off the alarm clock, turned back to kiss her cheek, and rose. She feigned deep sleep. The kind that, when true, gives glimpse to eternity. Soon enough she would join him in the day, keeping silent what she knew and welcoming the whitehot sun as blamelessly as possible. She would tend to the , scrub the dishes, wind the cuckoos, and sweep the floors. She would bake bread and glaze the buns in melted sugar. 3168 FRANKLIN RIDGE DRIVE EL PASO, TEXAS NOVEMBER 5, 2007 Reba had called Elsies German Bakery every day for over a week without getting through. Each time, she was greeted by a twangy West Texan voice on the answering machine. She took a swig of orange juice to coat her voice sunny and sweet before the beep. Hi, this is Reba Adams from Sun City magazine. I was calling again to reach Elsie Meriwether. I left my number in my last two messages, so if you could ring me back thatd be great. Thanks. She hung up and threw the cordless onto the couch. P.S. Get your head out of the oven, and pick up the damn phone! Why dont you go over there? Riki pulled on his coat. Guess I dont have a choice. My deadline is in two weeks, Reba complained.
The station tour and interview ended where it began, at the entrance. Were just everyday guys doing our jobs, hed said and opened the door for her exit. Shed nodded and stood for an uncomfortably long moment, unable to convince her feet to move out of his dark, magnetic stare. I may need a little more infowould you be available later? shed asked, and hed promptly dictated his cell phone number. A few weeks later, she lay naked beside him, wondering who was this woman that possessed her body. Not Reba Adams. Or at least not the Reba Adams from Richmond, ia. That would never have slept with a man after knowing him such little time. Scandalous! But this felt shiny new, and that was exactly what she wanted. So she had curled her body around his and leaned her chin on his tanned chest, knowing full well that she could get up and leave anytime she wanted. The power of that made her lightheaded with satisfaction, but she didnt want to leave, didnt want him to either. There and then, she prayed for him to stay. He had, and now she felt like a migrant bird tethered to a desert rock. She jiggled her foot anxiously. Her stomach growled. See you later. Riki kissed the back of her head. Reba didnt turn around. The door opened and shut, and a cool, draft of November air swept round her bare ankles.
I thought this would be an easy, fun one to write. An hour on the phone, send the photographer to take some shots, and Id be done. Its just a feelgood profile. She went to the refrigerator and eyed the caramel cheesecake Riki was saving for tonight. Christmasroundtheworld with a local slant. Uhhuh. Riki jingled his car keys. Well, that shouldnt be too hard. We got Texas and Mexicowhat else matters? He smirked. Reba rolled her eyes and wished hed hurry up and go. The happy anticipation of his departure made her sadly nostalgic. Once upon a time, his presence had incited waves of giddiness, like shed drunk too many glasses of wine. The smartaleck remarks had been cute in a cowboy way; his dark looks and Spanish accent made everything feel exotic and aflame, brazen and irresistible. While doing a story on immigration, shed followed him around his border patrol station, barely able to keep her pen steady enough to take notes; the vibrations of his voice down her spine carried through to her fingertips like a tuning fork.
 
 
 
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