In the Presence of Mine Enemies Read Free Page B

whole block. It’s healthy for me, he told himself, a consolation easier to enjoy in spring and summer than in winter.
    The snick of his key going into the lock brought shouts of, “Daddy!” from inside the house. He smiled, opened the door, and picked up each of his three girls in turn for a hug and a kiss. They ranged down in age from ten by two-year steps.
    Then he lifted his wife as well. Lise Gimpel squawked; that wasn’t part of the evening ritual. The girls giggled. “Put me down!” Lise said indignantly.
    â€œNot till I get my kiss.”
    She made as if to bite his nose instead, but then let him kiss her. He set her feet back on the carpet and held her a little longer before letting her go. She made a pleasant armful: a green-eyed brunette several years younger than he who’d kept her figure very well. When he released her, she hurried back toward the kitchen. “I want to finish cooking before everyone gets here.”
    â€œAll right.” He smiled as he watched her retreat. While he hung up his greatcoat and took off his tie, his daughters regaled him with tales out of school. He listened to three simultaneous stories as best he could. Lise came out again long enough to hand him a goblet of liebfraumilch, then started away.
    The chimes rang before she got out of the front room. She whirled and stared at the door. “I am going to boot Susanna right into the net,” she declared.
    Heinrich looked at his watch. “She’s only ten minutes early tonight. And you know she’s always early, so you should have been ready.”
    â€œHmp,” Lise said while he went in to let in their friend. Meanwhile, the girls started chorusing, “Susanna is a football! Aunt Susanna is a football!”
    â€œHeinrich, why are they calling me a football?” Susanna Weiss demanded. She craned her neck to look up at him. “I’m short, yes, and I’m not emaciated like you, but I’m not round, either.” She shrugged out of a mink jacket and thrust it into his hands. “Here, see to this.”
    Chuckling, he clicked his heels. “ Jawohl, meine Dame .”
    She accepted the deference as no less than her due. “ Fräulein Doktor Professor will suffice, thank you.” She taught medieval English literature at Friedrich Wilhelm University. Suddenly abandoning her imperial manner, she started to laugh, too. “Now that you’ve hung that up, how about a hug?”
    â€œLise’s not watching. I suppose I can get away with it.” Heinrich put his arms around her. She barely came up to his shoulder, but her vitality more than made up for lack of size. When he let go, he said, “Why don’t you go into the kitchen? You can pretend to help Lise while you soak up our Glenfiddich.”
    â€œScotch almost justifies the existence of Scotland,” Susanna said. “It’s a cold, gloomy, rocky place, so they had to make something nice to keep themselves warm.”
    â€œIf that’s why people drink it, your boyfriend is lucky he didn’t set himself on fire here a couple of years ago.”
    â€œMy former boyfriend, danken Gott dafür .” All the same, Susanna blushed to the roots of her hair. Her skin was very fine and fair, which let Heinrich watch the flush advance from her throat. “I hadn’t found out he was a drunk yet, Heinrich.”
    â€œI know,” he said gently. If he teased her too hard, she’d lose her temper, and nothing and nobody was safe if that happened. “Go on. Lise’s trying that recipe you sent her.”
    The girls waylaid Susanna before she got to the kitchen. Though she’d never been married, she made an excellent ersatz aunt. She took children seriously, listened to what they had to say, and treated them like small adults. Heinrich smiled. Come to that, she was a small adult herself. He knew better than to say so out loud.
    Walther and Esther Stutzman