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Contents ( 41)
  1. Contents
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Acknowledgements
  39. About the Author
  40. Copyright
  41. About the Publisher

‘It wouldn’t be a cheap affair.’ His voice was so authoritative she almost believed him. ‘Nothing you ever did could ever be cheap, Vicky. And you wouldn’t be a married woman for long. Not if I had my way. Not unless you were married to me.’

It was all too much to handle, and she wasn’t handling it well. ‘No,’ she said for a third time, her voice little more than a whisper. ‘Don’t telephone me again, Adam. Don’t try and contact me.’

And then, without even saying goodbye to him—knowing she couldn’t say goodbye to him—she put the receiver down.

In the spring of 1920, fifteen months after the war ended, Berthold at last suggested she return to Berlin.

It’s still a devastated city, Liebchen, but we must do our best to ignore the riots still taking place and make a new start to our lives. As Max is now nearly ten, perhaps he would like to consider going to one of the academies that specialize in technical subjects. Hugo’s school we can discuss when you arrive. As for Nancy, the AugusteVictoria School on the Nürenbergerstrasse would be ideal. I will wait until you arrive and then we can make the decisions together.

With love and longing.

Your impatient husband,

Berthold

Her reaction was not as euphoric as she knew it should have been. There was all her long-felt reluctance to live in Berlin. There was her profound reluctance to leave the garden she had begun creating. And, though she had never broken her self-imposed vow not to see him alone again, there was her deep reluctance to have the Channel separating her from Adam.

Zelda was also back in communication with her. A letter about Paul’s educational future was as abrupt and terse as all her letters had been since the last years of the war.

Dear Vicky,

Paul has been so long in England I cannot imagine him fitting into Berlin life again. I think it best he remains at St Dunstan’s and that he then goes to an English university.

Things have changed here so drastically that if it were known Josef has an American stepson, life would be even more difficult for him than it is already. He’s gained control of the steelworks and factories again, but reaching full production is an uphill task. So many machines and workshops were smashed to smithereens that rebuilding is taking a long time and as yet only two of the blast furnaces in the Ruhr are in operation.

Berthold tells me you are finally returning with the children. Please ensure Paul understands that, for him, the return will be a visit only. From now on he will have to board full-time at school. If all this sounds unwelcoming, I don’t mean it to, but I have endured more these last few years than you can ever imagine. When you see conditions here, you will understand.

Zelda

‘I take it Ma has written the same kind of letter to you as she has to me,’ Paul said, too happy at the prospect of being able to remain at St Dunstan’s to be concerned by his letter’s lack of effusive maternal love. ‘Why don’t you ask Max and Hugo if they’d like to change to being full-time boarders as I did? They’d be able to have rugby coaching on Saturdays, them. I bet they’d much prefer it to going to school in Germany. Any German either of them knew they’ve long forgotten and, besides, I wouldn’t want to be an English boy in a Berlin school. Not with the height of feeling there is about the Peace Treaty.’