looked in Josefâs eyes. Josef saw concern on his friendâs face. The enigma codes were, supposedly, unbreakable, and if Schneider had been given his own setâas he had assertedâthen there was no way to find out what was being transmittedâor receivedâuntil the Nazi was ready to tell them.
This could not be good.
MARGARET SCRAPED THE GRIDDLE WITH A SPATULA BLADE AND watched Helen through the kitchenâs open window as the young woman cleared the last of the tables from the lunchtime crowd. Actually it wasnât much of a crowd today, Margaret thought. Among others, Wan had not come in, which was unusual. Neither had the med crew guys from the hospital. Margaretâs imagination quickly spun through the awful possibilities and dismissed any personal concern. In the past, when that particular group was absent, it meant an accident of some kind, but her family, she concluded, was safe. Billy and Danny had just walked out the door, on their way to Mobile for supplies, so it couldnât have been them.
Helen backed through the swinging door into the kitchen, a tray of dirty dishes in her hands, and set the whole lot beside the huge sink. âIâll go ahead and wash these if itâs okay,â Helen said. âThereâs no one left out front.â
âFine, thanks,â Margaret responded. âI can keep an eye out from here . . . or at least weâll hear those elephant bells if someone comes in.â
Helen grinned. The bells on the café door were the source of a running feud between Billy and Margaret. âJust because youâre deaf as a post,â Margaret would say, âdoesnât mean the rest of us want to hear bells that belong in a church steeple pounding the front door all day long.â
Billy was somewhat hard of hearing, but the slight disability only manifested itself when he didnât want to hear what was being said. And so, as far as his wifeâs complaining about the bells on the caféâs door, she was correctâhe was deaf. Harder to ignore, however, were the people who knew about the disagreement, were amused by it, and purposefully banged the bells against the door several times as they entered just to get Billy and Margaret going again.
As Helen ran the sink full of hot water, she listened to Margaret hum an unrecognizable tune, still leaning into the spatula, cleaning the griddle. It took anyone assigned to that task much longer than it normally would have to complete. Steel wool was virtually unavailableâsteel being one of the many items requisitioned for the defense industry.
Even Billyâs cigarettes, Lucky Strike, now came in a white-and-red box. They looked strange, having been packaged in green for as long as anyone could remember. But the military needed the green pigments for dyes and paints, and everyone contributed what he could. It was certainly patrioticâeven marketableâas the American Tobacco Company found out the following year when it unveiled its radio advertisement: âLucky Strike Green Has Gone to War!â Sales spiked 38 percent in the following six weeks.
âWhat time will Danny and Billy be back?â Helen asked.
âProbably about three,â Margaret answered. âWhen weâre through in the kitchen, you can go if you need to. Weâre not exactly overrun with folks screaming for service, so I can hold down the fort âtil then.â
âNo, thatâs okay,â Helen said without turning around. âNo reason to go home. Nobody there waiting on me.â
Margaret straightened up and carefully laid the spatula to the side. Helenâs comment was typical of the course steered by most conversations with the young woman. Margaret wiped her hands on her apron and stepped to the sink. She said kindly, âHelen, can I ask you something?â
Helen scrubbed hard at an area of dried egg yolk on a plate. âYes, maâam.â
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