The Twins. Sheldon Cohen

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      “It’s rare that we know the man, exclaimed the pastor.”

      “That’s what I figured.”

      “We sometimes can get a description from the woman, but at times, the woman doesn’t know who the father is, or won’t tell us.”

      “I understand,” said Brigid. “We’ll be waiting to hear from you, pastor. We can’t thank you enough.”

      “You’ll hear as soon as I know.”

      Several months passed before Brigid and Werner heard from Pastor Braun.

      When they saw the pastor, he greeted them with a broad smile. “I’ve got good news. Expect to be parents in about four months.”

      Brigid placed her hands in prayer position. “You’re sure?”

      “If Mother Nature cooperates.”

      “I feel as if I just got the news from a doctor that I was pregnant,” said Brigid, as she cupped her hands over her face and started to sob.

      “I’ll take those as tears of joy,” said the pastor.

      “They are.”

      Werner asked, “What about the mother?”

      “The young lady has Brigid’s features. It is a remarkable match: brown hair and brown eyes, about the same height and weight.”

      “Where’s she from?” asked Werner.

      “Austria.”

      “Austria? Do you get girls from all over Europe?” asked Brigid.

      “Once in a while. This girl was working in Germany when she got pregnant.”

      “Is it possible to learn what kind of work she was doing?” asked Brigid.

      “Well, since there are many thousands of them in Germany, I can tell you she was a waitress, but I can’t tell you where she worked, of course.”

      Werner had remained silent since the pastor said “Austria.” Then, a waitress, too! His heart raced. Frieda, he thought. It couldn’t be. It could be. My God! He turned pale as blood rushed from his face. He felt light-headed and bent over, putting his head in his lap.

      Brigid, alarmed at Werner’s sudden reaction said, “What’s the matter?”

      “Nothing. Nothing. I guess I’m just excited, that’s all.”

      The pastor smiled. “You’ll be fine. We see all kinds of emotions here. It tells me that you’re committed to what you have done, and may God bless you both in your soon to be greatest adventure together.”

      “Do we just wait now to hear from you?” asked Brigid.

      “Yes. That’s it. We’ll let you know if there are any changes, but anytime you have a question, feel free to ask.”

      On the way home, Werner was silent. His mind was too busy calculating to do any talking. Four months! When was I with her? Yes, it was five months ago—right before Alfred married. It could be her. Damn. Alfred, too. He was first. Maybe it’s his. Will I be adopting my own kid or Alfred’s? Jesus!

      Brigid noticed Werner’s deep silence. His facial expression told her that his mind was racing. “You seem so deep in thought. I’ll give you a penny for them,” said Brigid.

      “Nothing…nothing. I’m just thinking about becoming a father. It’ll sink in.” Then he thought, Alfred doesn’t know that I was with Frieda. Or does he?

      “Our lives are going to change. We’ve got a lot of planning to do,” said Brigid.

      \“We better wait a while, and let it sink in. I remember my old grandmother telling me when I was a little boy that when you talk about something that’s going to happen later on, you always say, ‘God willing.’ So let’s say God willing and wait a while.” Damn, this is driving me crazy, he thought. It’s probably not Frieda anyway, but I’ve got to get this out of my head one way or another.

      The next afternoon he went into town to the beer hall. He approached one of the waitresses and asked, “Is Frieda Gerlach here?”

      “Frieda Gerlach? There’s nobody here by that name.”

      “You know, I could have the last name wrong. Frieda was hired to do some waitress work at a party I went to, and I was wondering if she was still here? We want to hire her again. In fact, we could use two or three. Would you be interested?”

      “I might be if I’m not working at the time. When and where is the party?”

      “Well, we don’t know yet, but as soon as we do, I’ll come back and talk to you. Okay?”

      “Sure.”

      He continued. “Oh yes, about Frieda. I’m sure there was a Frieda here months ago. She served us a few times. I could swear her last name was Gerlach.” Werner was fishing for clues.

      “Yes. I know who you’re talking about now. Frieda did work here then, but she quit about two or three months ago. Her last name was Brunner.”

      “Brunner...that’s it…yes,” said Werner. “Do you know if she’s still around anyplace?”

      “Not that I know of. She wasn’t from around here. Didn’t even say goodbye, best as I can remember. I had to find out she left when I didn’t see her for a while and a friend told me she went back home. That’s all I know.”

      Werner had all the information he needed. “Sure, thanks. As soon as I know about the party, I’ll let you know.”

      Frieda Brunner, Frieda Brunner, where is she?

      He was at an impasse. He remembered the pastor mentioning that unmarried pregnant girls lived at Angel Sentinel in Munich. Could Frieda be there? If she were, how would he be able to find out? Would it be possible to get a glimpse of her? It was true; her hair color, eye color, height, and weight were similar to Brigid’s. He noted that when he first saw her at the Beer Hall. I’ve got to find out, he thought

      Three weeks later, after growing a beard, he traveled to Angel Sentinel, taking the chance that this is where she would be. Although he doubted that Frieda would remember him, He hoped that a beard would make it even less of a chance.

      I saw her once in a busy beer hall. That wouldn’t be enough for her to remember me after all these months. When I was alone with her in her hut, it was dark. The odds are she won’t recognize me now. I’m counting on it. I have to take the chance. Doing it myself is better then hiring someone to do it for me. They would want to know why, and even if I wouldn’t tell, they would figure it out. No one must ever know.

      The trip to Munich was always a relaxing one. The scenery was beautiful with low, rolling hills and hazy, blue-gray mountains looming in the distance, but he could not concentrate on the scenery. His mind was racing with plans for finding out if Frieda was at Angel Sentinel. When he arrived, СКАЧАТЬ