very popular and had good bands playing.”
Klara looked surprised. Her husband had been sure that Deschler thought of him as a nuisance and that his abilities as a criminal lawyer were subject to conjecture. Furthermore, that perhaps a career as a baker would be more suitable for him. Deschler was particularly scathing of the bakery trade and seemed to attribute an extraordinary amount of negative proceedings to them. Meyer had jokingly promised Klara that he would find out the reason why Deschler hated bakers so much, although he wasn’t entirely sure how he would go about this.
The waitress came back with the drinks, and they both ordered the Bierwurst, which came with potatoes covered in a thick, stew-like gravy, and a pot of mustard.
“I didn’t realise how hungry I was,” exclaimed Klara, giggling as she chewed on a large piece of sausage. Meyer laughed as a blob of mustard dribbled down her chin. She was so beautiful and looked no different from the day he had first seen her at the dance hall in Leipzig.
Meyer had gone to Eden’s dancehall with his friend Alex, who had been badgering him as he wanted to see bands playing jazz. Meyer had not been very keen on the idea at first but had been persuaded when Alex said that not only would he pay him in to the dance hall, he would also buy the beer all evening.
They had only been in Eden’s for a short while when Meyer had spotted Klara. She was with two friends and was sitting at a table across the dance floor from where he and Alex sat. Her dark hair and shining smile entranced him, and he could not stop himself from looking over at her. A few times, she caught him staring and he quickly looked away. He had not noticed, but he had drained his beer glass while looking over at her.
“You finished already?” asked Alex, in a slightly alarmed voice, “I know I said I would pay for the beer tonight but slow down, I am not made of money.”
“Sorry, I didn’t really notice,” Meyer replied.
“I will get you another one after this tune. What do you think of the music, Manny?”
“Yes, it’s good,” he replied but his attention was still on the dark eyed girl across the dance floor.
Alex followed Meyer’s gaze, saw the dark-haired girl, smiled and shook his head, then turned back to watch the band. Meyer slapped Alex on the arm, held up his empty glass, and peered through it like a telescope.
“I detect a lack of beer in this glass,” he said.
“For goodness sake, Manny,” replied Alex, “Can’t you at least wait until the end of this tune?”
Almost on cue, the music stopped and everyone clapped.
“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” laughed Meyer.
As Alex headed back to the bar to have the glasses refilled, Meyer tried to keep an eye on the beautiful girl. But she had disappeared. His eyes were still searching the room when Alex returned.
“Manny...” started Alex, but Meyer interrupted him.
“She has gone, Alex. I can’t see her. Do you think she has gone home?”
“No Manny, I think she is standing behind you.”
Meyer turned to see the dark-haired girl standing behind him, smiling at him. He jumped out of his seat, nearly spilling the beer that Alex had placed before him.
“Manny, this is Klara. Klara, this is Manfred. Manny is one of my oldest friends,” Alex said by way of introduction, as Meyer nearly fell over his chair trying to turn and shake Klara's hand, while she giggled. “And Klara is in my chemistry class. She is going to be a pharmacist.”
Meyer took Klara’s hand and felt himself fall into her eyes. They were so dark that they were almost black, and they shone like jewels. Her wide smile showed snow-white teeth, and she had tiny dimples at the corners of her mouth. She was so beautiful he felt that his breath had been taken from him. Then he heard Alex clear his throat and say his name, and he realised that he had been holding her hand and staring at her without talking.
“I am very pleased to
Klara looked surprised. Her husband had been sure that Deschler thought of him as a nuisance and that his abilities as a criminal lawyer were subject to conjecture. Furthermore, that perhaps a career as a baker would be more suitable for him. Deschler was particularly scathing of the bakery trade and seemed to attribute an extraordinary amount of negative proceedings to them. Meyer had jokingly promised Klara that he would find out the reason why Deschler hated bakers so much, although he wasn’t entirely sure how he would go about this.
The waitress came back with the drinks, and they both ordered the Bierwurst, which came with potatoes covered in a thick, stew-like gravy, and a pot of mustard.
“I didn’t realise how hungry I was,” exclaimed Klara, giggling as she chewed on a large piece of sausage. Meyer laughed as a blob of mustard dribbled down her chin. She was so beautiful and looked no different from the day he had first seen her at the dance hall in Leipzig.
Meyer had gone to Eden’s dancehall with his friend Alex, who had been badgering him as he wanted to see bands playing jazz. Meyer had not been very keen on the idea at first but had been persuaded when Alex said that not only would he pay him in to the dance hall, he would also buy the beer all evening.
They had only been in Eden’s for a short while when Meyer had spotted Klara. She was with two friends and was sitting at a table across the dance floor from where he and Alex sat. Her dark hair and shining smile entranced him, and he could not stop himself from looking over at her. A few times, she caught him staring and he quickly looked away. He had not noticed, but he had drained his beer glass while looking over at her.
“You finished already?” asked Alex, in a slightly alarmed voice, “I know I said I would pay for the beer tonight but slow down, I am not made of money.”
“Sorry, I didn’t really notice,” Meyer replied.
“I will get you another one after this tune. What do you think of the music, Manny?”
“Yes, it’s good,” he replied but his attention was still on the dark eyed girl across the dance floor.
Alex followed Meyer’s gaze, saw the dark-haired girl, smiled and shook his head, then turned back to watch the band. Meyer slapped Alex on the arm, held up his empty glass, and peered through it like a telescope.
“I detect a lack of beer in this glass,” he said.
“For goodness sake, Manny,” replied Alex, “Can’t you at least wait until the end of this tune?”
Almost on cue, the music stopped and everyone clapped.
“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” laughed Meyer.
As Alex headed back to the bar to have the glasses refilled, Meyer tried to keep an eye on the beautiful girl. But she had disappeared. His eyes were still searching the room when Alex returned.
“Manny...” started Alex, but Meyer interrupted him.
“She has gone, Alex. I can’t see her. Do you think she has gone home?”
“No Manny, I think she is standing behind you.”
Meyer turned to see the dark-haired girl standing behind him, smiling at him. He jumped out of his seat, nearly spilling the beer that Alex had placed before him.
“Manny, this is Klara. Klara, this is Manfred. Manny is one of my oldest friends,” Alex said by way of introduction, as Meyer nearly fell over his chair trying to turn and shake Klara's hand, while she giggled. “And Klara is in my chemistry class. She is going to be a pharmacist.”
Meyer took Klara’s hand and felt himself fall into her eyes. They were so dark that they were almost black, and they shone like jewels. Her wide smile showed snow-white teeth, and she had tiny dimples at the corners of her mouth. She was so beautiful he felt that his breath had been taken from him. Then he heard Alex clear his throat and say his name, and he realised that he had been holding her hand and staring at her without talking.
“I am very pleased to
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