My Brother's Secret (10 page)

‘Thank you.’

‘I remember when he used to bring you in here and you were only this high.’ He held one hand at waist height. ‘I liked him; he always had a smile on his face and
a good word to say.’

I nodded.

‘How’s your mama holding out?’

‘She …’ I struggled for the right words.

‘It’s all right,’ Herr Finkel said. ‘Don’t mind me. It’s none of my business. What can I get for you?’

Lisa rescued us both by asking if he had any chocolate.

‘Your lucky day,’ Herr Finkel said with a wink as he passed the small bar over to Lisa. ‘It’s getting harder and harder to find things like this.’

On the wall behind the counter, there was a poster with Hitler on it, wearing his brown jacket and red armband and looking very serious. Beneath him were the words ‘One people, one nation, one leader’. It had been there for just about as long as I could remember, but had now been joined by two other posters. One showed a hamster, carrying full baskets in each paw, warning housewives not to hoard food. The other was a poster, printed in black and white that showed a house, at night, with the lights on and the front door open. Above the house a terrifying skeleton sat on top of a British plane, about to throw a bomb.

‘THE ENEMY SEES YOUR LIGHT!’ it said. ‘BLACKOUT!’

The skeleton was frightening but fascinating at the same time and I could hardly take my eyes off it.

‘… grandparents?’

‘Hmm?’ I turned to look at Oma’s friend, Frau Vogel, standing beside me. She was leaning close, inspecting me with dark blue eyes.

‘I said “how are your grandparents?” I haven’t seen
them for a few days. They seem to be keeping themselves to themselves at the moment.’

‘Oh. They’re fine, thank you.’ I glanced round to see that some of the other women were still looking at the food, but had stopped chattering and were listening in.

‘I saw they had a visit today.’ She raised her eyebrows and waited for me to tell her what it had been about, but I didn’t say anything. I felt as if I were in a cage, being watched.

‘You haven’t been causing trouble, have you?’ she asked, widening her eyes.

I took a step back and shook my head. Oma and Opa had tried to pretend that Wolff’s visit hadn’t bothered them too much, but I knew they were scared of him, so it was probably better if I didn’t say anything at all. Especially with all those people listening.

‘I don’t think Karl wants to talk about it,’ Herr Finkel said. ‘I can understand that.’ He winked at me. ‘Boys will be boys, eh?’

I backed away to the door and went out into the street, feeling all those eyes watching.

Lisa came after me asking, ‘Are you all right? What’s the matter?’

‘It’s just all those women looking at me.’

‘Take no notice,’ Lisa said. ‘I never do.’ She put her arm through mine as we set off along Escherstrasse towards home.

‘Don’t.’ I pulled my arm away.

‘Why not?’

‘We’re not supposed to. It’s not … it’s not allowed.
People will see.’

‘I’ve seen your brother do it,’ she said. ‘With that girl. They think no one can see, but I saw them.’

‘What girl?’

Lisa carefully unwrapped the small chocolate bar and broke it in half. She held up the pieces and closed one eye as she checked they were the same, then handed one piece to me and took a bite from the corner of her own. More of a nibble, really, like a mouse.

‘What girl?’ I asked again, letting the chocolate melt in my mouth. It was delicious, the best thing I’d tasted all week.

‘The girl he walks home with. She goes all the way to the end,’ she said, pointing to the far end of Escherstrasse, ‘then turns right. They were arm in arm yesterday, just for a moment, but I saw. She’s very pretty. Blue eyes and shiny blonde hair. I bet all the girls are jealous of her.’

‘But not you?’

‘I like mine just how it is.’ She reached back to run a hand along one of her plaits.

‘Me too,’ I said before I could stop myself.

‘What’s that?’ Lisa looked at me with a smile.

‘Nothing.’ My cheeks reddened. ‘Must be someone he works with,’ I said, changing the subject.

Lisa eyed me suspiciously for a moment then shook her head and gave me a playful nudge. ‘You’re funny, Karl Friedmann.’ She laughed and bit off a chunk of chocolate. ‘So what’s his name, then? Your brother?’

‘Stefan.’

‘How old is he?’

‘Sixteen.’

‘Nearly old enough for the army.’

‘One more year,’ I said, but I was still thinking about the girl Stefan was with. I couldn’t help feeling a little annoyed that Lisa knew things about my brother that I didn’t.

‘But he doesn’t go to school?’ Lisa asked. ‘Left when he was fourteen?’

I nodded and took another bite of the chocolate.

‘You know, some boys and girls leave at fourteen so they don’t have to go into the Hitler Youth or the
Bund Deutscher Mädel
. D’you think that’s why your brother left?’

‘Uh-huh. There was a group of them all left at the same time and they used to hang around wearing colourful shirts, trying to look different. Mama got so cross with him.’

‘Hang around?’

‘On the corner of our road or sometimes in the café or the park. They used to go hiking at weekends, too, boys and girls together. Ended up getting into trouble with the Gestapo.’

‘The
Gestapo
?’

‘Yeah. Him and his friends used to fight with the Hitler Youth boys. One time … well, the Gestapo caught him and shaved all his hair off.’

‘Honestly?’ Lisa couldn’t hide her admiration.

Talking about it made me feel a bit guilty, because of what had happened to Stefan, but I’d started now and I didn’t want to disappoint Lisa. She looked so excited.

‘He went to boot camp for a week and when he came
back, they’d cut all his hair off.’ I said. ‘It just made him angry though, so Mama stopped him seeing his friends. She didn’t let him out of the house for a long time and then told him to get a job to keep him out of trouble.’

‘And now?’ Lisa asked. ‘Does he still get into trouble?’

We had reached my house so I stopped and looked at Lisa ‘No. Now he has to look after us because Mama’s not well.’

Lisa nodded as if she was letting that sink in. ‘We have boys a bit like that here, sometimes. Girls too.’

‘Like what?’ I asked, running my tongue around my mouth to savour the last taste of the chocolate. When it touched a small chip on my front tooth, I remembered Wolff and his shining silver bumper coming towards me on the road.

‘Ones who get into trouble. I once saw two boys fighting with Hitler Youth in the town, but it wasn’t their fault. They didn’t start it. I saw the Hitler Youth boys attack them.’ She paused. ‘They were making fun of them for wearing colourful clothes, and started calling them names and pushing them about. The boys tried to fight back but there were only two of them and they ended up running away.’ She shook her head as if it had all been a terrible tragedy.

‘Stefan wouldn’t fight like that,’ I said. ‘Not any more.’

‘How did he get caught? Did someone report him?’

I shrugged.

‘It happens here all the time – people reporting each other.’ She took a bite of her chocolate. ‘Anyway, one of them dropped this.’ She fished into her skirt pockets and
rummaged for a second before tugging out her fist. When she opened it, stretching her fingers, there was a flower resting on her palm.

It wasn’t a real flower, of course, but had been made from wood. No bigger than the tip of my little finger, the carving was crude, as if someone had done it with their penknife, but it was recognisable. Most of the colour was scratched, but the short stalk was painted green and the petals were white. The centre of the flower was a faded yellow.

As soon as I saw it, my stomach tingled and other images of the same flower exploded in my mind.

‘It’s some kind of badge I think. It’s pretty,’ Lisa replied, but her voice seemed far away. It echoed as if it was coming to me down a long, dark tunnel. My stomach was tumbling over and over, and my mouth had gone dry.

I picked the tiny wooden object from her hand and turned it about in my trembling fingers. ‘What does it mean? What sort of flower is it?’

Lisa shrugged. ‘It’s hard to tell.

‘Lisa!’ Her mama had opened the door across the street and was beckoning for her to come home.

‘Maybe a daisy.’ Lisa took back the carving and stuffed it into her pocket.

‘Lisa!’

‘Better go,’ she said, turning and checking for cars before looking back at me.

‘No wait, I want you to tell me about—’

‘See you tomorrow? It’s Saturday. No school.’

I tried to think past all the visions of the flower that
spun about in my head. ‘Tomorrow? Um …’

‘We can go for a bike ride.’ She stepped onto the road and began to cross. ‘Take a picnic.’

‘My bike’s broken,’ I said, suddenly remembering the buckled wheel and the shining bumper that had crashed into me.

‘Then we’ll fix it,’ Lisa called. ‘Together.’

‘I’ll need to get it first,’ I shouted after her, but she had already turned and was running across the street towards her mama who greeted her with open arms.

I watched them hug, then Lisa turned and waved and the door closed behind her and she was gone.

TRUST

T
he strong aroma of coffee drifted out of the kitchen. ‘I saw you talking to Lisa from over the road,’ Opa said, leaning to one side so he could see into the hallway.

‘We just went to the shop,’ I said, taking off my boots. ‘I didn’t—’

‘It’s all right; I know. I watched you. Are you hungry?’

‘Not really. Just going upstairs for a bit.’

‘Stefan will be home soon.’ Oma poked her head from the kitchen. ‘We’ve got sausage and bread tonight.’

I smiled and pretended it sounded delicious, then hurried upstairs, taking them two at a time. What Oma had said about Stefan coming home soon was already on
my mind, and I wanted to see if he was with the girl Lisa had talked about, so I went straight to the window and pressed my face against it, looking as far as I could along Escherstrasse. The angle was all wrong, though, so I opened the window and stuck out my head.

At the moment, the street was clear apart from a flock of starlings that had settled on the rooftops. I glanced across at Lisa’s house. It looked like every other house on the street, but it felt special now.

My friend lives there
.

I’d made a bit of a fool of myself with all that
mischling
talk and shaking hands business, but Lisa had shared her chocolate with me and called me her friend. Even though boys and girls weren’t really supposed to mix together, I’d liked it when she’d put her arm in mine.

I lost myself in those thoughts, imagining that Lisa would come to the window on the other side of the road and wave to me, but I was distracted by the sound of laughter. Looking along the street to my right, I saw Stefan, walking side by side with a girl.

There were one or two other people on the street now, coming back from work, but there was something different about Stefan and the girl. They stood out from everybody else, even though Stefan didn’t wear the colourful clothes he used to.

Since coming to Oma and Opa’s, he was more careful about being noticed, so he was wearing a plain white shirt under his jacket, and a pair of black trousers. The girl was wearing a dark skirt, and a bright turquoise blouse. She was almost as tall as Stefan, and had fair hair that had
been left loose in a carefree way.

Something made them different from everybody else, though. They were smiling, passing a cigarette between them and looking right at each other when they spoke. Instead of walking, they seemed to almost
flow
along the street as if they lived in a different world from everyone else.

They stopped a few doors away and turned to each other. Stefan flicked the cigarette into the street, and for one moment, it looked as though they were going to kiss, because they suddenly became very serious. They stared into one another’s eyes and stood about as close to each other as they probably dared. Their hands came together, touching just at the fingertips to begin with, then closer until Stefan was holding the girl’s hands right there in broad daylight for everyone to see. My own breathing quickened just at the sight of it.

Then the moment was gone and they broke apart. They walked on, side by side and when they reached our house, Stefan waved goodbye to her and came into the house. The door slammed and voices floated up from downstairs while I watched the girl walk further along the street.

Just as she disappeared from view, Stefan came into the bedroom bringing the smell of tobacco and perfume with him. He looked me up and down with concern. ‘Opa told me what happened; are you all right?’

‘I’m fine.’ I was still thinking about what I had just seen.

‘You’re sure?’ He came closer and took hold of my arm
to inspect it.

‘I chipped my tooth.’

‘Let me see.’

I opened my mouth and he peered in. ‘Doesn’t look too bad.’

He made me recount the accident blow by blow, and wanted to know all about Kriminalinspektor Wolff coming to the house. He looked very worried, but started to relax when I told him about Lisa, and about how we had made friends.