“Think how easy it would be to do here. Who would know? Somebody in the alley. Another one.”
They were in the hall now, Kaltenbach opening his door.
“So good-night. Thank you again.” He hugged Ben, clamping him on the back, then kissed Liesl. “You’ll knock?”
“Get some sleep,” Liesl said softly. “Lock the door. You, too,” she said to Ben as they moved down the corridor. “It’s not safe.”
“It is tonight. We’re off the map. For one night, anyway.”
“And then what?” She stopped at the door. “He’s so old,” she said, nodding to Kaltenbach’s room. “All of a sudden.”
“You just haven’t been looking.”
“No, no one has.” She touched the bandage on his nose. “How is your rib?”
He shrugged.
“The brandy will make you sleep. You must be tired. It’s not easy, all this.”
He kissed her forehead. “Easier than getting over the mountain.”
She looked at him, eyes darting across his face, suddenly tearing up.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do it twice.”
“What, the border?”
“You. Him, now you. What if it happens again?” She ran her hand over her eyes. “It’s the brandy. Go to sleep.”
“It’s going to be all right.”
“How do you know?” she said, her head still down. “Was it all right for him?” She started shaking, fighting back more tears.
Ben put his hand to her cheek. “Stop.”
“It’s too many parts. I can’t do so many.”
“Which one do you want?”
She sniffed, a stifled laugh. “War bride. That’s what I want. Turn here, feel this. Be that. Not these. Heinrich’s memory. Your—your what?” She raised her head. “I can’t do it twice.”
“I’m not him.”
“No,” she said, her head sinking again, her voice breaking. “No one is.”
She began to shake harder, pitching forward with sobs, trying to stop by gulping air, so that for a second he thought she might be sick. And then she was letting go, her shoulders suddenly slack and drooped, as if her body were sliding away from her. He put his hands on her arms, holding her.
“Now I do this,” she said. “After all this time. All this time. My god, what a place.”
He followed her glance down the hall, the dim sconces and fraying carpet.
“Ssh,” he said, letting her forehead fall on his chest, a child who’d just tripped, cut her knee.
“Do you know what he said? When I asked him to stop the work? Do you want me to walk away? The same words. You say it and he’s saying it.” Blurted out in a rush, unscripted. “All day he’s there. Still there.”
She started shaking again, and he put his arms around her, holding her, but then the words came back and this time he listened, went still, the smell of her suddenly different, someone he had never held before. He tried to think of her somewhere else, their own time, but his mind went blank because he saw that she had never been there, already taken, somebody else’s. He drew in a breath, stunned by how fast it had happened. Maybe this is how you died, without warning, without the chance to hold on. One minute it was there and then it wasn’t.
She moved her head back, as if she had felt the shift, too, some fluttering away, and looked at him, biting her lower lip. For a minute neither of them moved, letting the air settle.
“It’s not your fault,” she started, but that seemed wrong and she stepped back, her hand over her mouth. “It’s late. I’m not making sense.”
Rewinding, pretending it hadn’t happened. But too late. “No one is.” Spoken out loud, there, everything different.
“Where’s your key,” he said, a disembodied voice.
“I can do it. I’m sorry.” She was wiping her face. “It’s just—I don’t know. Some foolishness.” But still looking at him, seeing something go out of his face, irretrievable. “Too much brandy.” She put her hand up to his neck, just a touch, uncertain, then turned with her key.
“Lock your door,” he said.
In his own room, still dizzy with it, he stood smoking and looking out the window, the room dark except for the weak pool of light by the reading lamp. There were a few people below, moving in and out of shadows, a car radio playing. Why didn’t it all look different? Everything had changed in a beat and no one in the street had the faintest idea.
BROCH HAD already organized the plane.
“Anna will meet you in Mexico City, so someone you know. There’s a group there, they can help you with the arrangements. Did you have any trouble at the border?”