The Girl You Left Behind
back to
me, her hands raised, a tray of broken glasses at her feet. Against the wall, the
Kommandant
had a young man by the throat. He was shouting something at him
in German, his face contorted, inches from the man’s own. His victim’s hands
were up in a gesture of submission.
‘Hélène?’
She was ashen. ‘He put his hand on me
as I went past. But … but Herr Kommandant has gone
mad
.’
The other men were around them now, pleading
with the
Kommandant
, trying to pull him off, their chairs overturning, shouting
over each other in an attempt to be heard. The whole place was briefly in uproar.
Eventually the
Kommandant
seemed to hear them and loosened his grip on the
younger man’s throat. I thought his eyes met mine, briefly, but then, as he took a
step back, his fist shot out and he punched the man hard in the side of the head, so
that his face ricocheted off the wall. ‘
Sie können nicht berühren die
Frauen
,’ he yelled.
‘The kitchen.’ I pushed my
sister towards the door, not even stopping to scoop up the broken glass. I heard the
raised voices, the slam of a door, and I hurried after her down the hallway.
‘Madame Lefèvre.’
I was washing the last of the glasses.
Hélène had gone to bed; the day’s events had exhausted her even more
than they had me.
‘Madame?’
‘Herr Kommandant.’ I turned to
him, drying my hands on the cloth. We were down to one candle in the kitchen, a wick set
in some fat in a sardine tin; I could barely make out his face.
He stood in front of me, his cap in his
hands. ‘I’m sorry about your glasses. I will make sure they are
replaced.’
‘Please don’t bother. We have
enough to get by.’ I knew any glasses would simply be requisitioned from my
neighbours.
‘I’m sorry about … the
young officer. Please assure your sister it will not happen again.’
I didn’t doubt it. Through the back
window I had seen the man being helped back to his billet by one of his friends, a wet
cloth pressed to the side of his head.
I thought the
Kommandant
might
leave then, but he just stood there. I felt him staring at me. His eyes were unquiet,
anguished almost.
‘The food tonight
was … excellent. What was the name of the dish?’
‘
Chou farci
.’
He waited, and when the pause grew
uncomfortably long, I added, ‘It’s sausage-meat, some vegetables and herbs,
wrapped in cabbage leaves and poached in stock.’
He looked down at his feet. He took a few
steps around the kitchen, then stopped, fingering a jar of utensils. I wondered,
absently, if he were about to take them.
‘It was very good. Everyone said so.
You asked me today what I would like to eat. Well … we would like to have that
dish again before too long, if it is not too much trouble.’
‘As you wish.’
There was something different about him this
evening, some subtle air of agitation that rose off him in waves. I wondered how it felt
to have killed a man, whether it felt any more unusual to a German
Kommandant
than taking a second cup of coffee.
He glanced at me as if he were about to say
something else, but I turned back to my pans. Behind him I could hear the drag of chair
legs on the floor as the other officers prepared to leave. It was raining, a fine, mean
spit that hit the windows almost horizontally.
‘You must be tired,’ he said.
‘I will leave you in peace.’
I picked up a tray of glasses and followed
him towards the door. As he reached it, he turned and put on his cap, so that I had to
stop. ‘I have been meaning to ask. How is the baby?’
‘Jean? He is fine, thank you, if a
little –’
‘No. The other baby.’
I nearly dropped the tray. I hesitated for a
moment, collecting myself, but I felt the blood rush to my neck. I knew he saw it.
When I spoke again, my voice was thick. I
kept my eyes on the glasses in front of me. ‘I believe we are all … as
well as we can be, given the circumstances.’
He thought about this. ‘Keep him
safe,’ he said quietly. ‘Best he doesn’t come out in the night air too
often.’ He looked at me a moment longer, then turned and was gone.
6
I lay awake that night, despite my
exhaustion. I watched Hélène sleep fitfully, murmuring, her hand reaching
across unconsciously to check that her children were beside her. At five, while it was
still dark, I climbed out of bed, wrapping myself in several blankets, and
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