Pierre Frei - Berlin - A Novel

Isabel and I can look up a lot of material there. Then we're working right through Saturday and Sunday at my place. I'll pick you up as usual on Monday.'

'Well, I do hope you have a really nice weekend.' She tried to sound superior, but succeeded only in conveying a miserable acknowledgement of her jealousy.

'Isabel is fabulous at testing me on the right questions.' It was meant to be both an explanation and an apology.

'Fabulous in other ways too?'

'Don't talk nonsense. We keep going by dosing ourselves with Pervitin.'

'They say that's a stimulant,' she said. It was a snide remark, but he had already hung up.

'Get us a bag of cherries for lunchtime, would you?' her boss asked.

'Right, then I can take Dr Jordan his order at the same time,' she said very casually, earning herself a long look from Diana.

It was only a little way, out of the back of the shop, up the alley which gave delivery vans access to the shops, and into Wilskistrasse. A brass plate on Number 47 said: DR. JUR. RAINER JORDAN, ATTORNEY. The buzzer on the door let Jutta in. The legal offices were to the right on the ground floor, and Jordan opened the door himself. 'My secretaries are out at lunch. Do come into my office.'

'I brought your order. The invoice is in with it.' Jutta put the parcel down on his desk. Dozens of legal works covered the wall behind it. She didn't take her eyes off him as he unwrapped the book. There was something about him that for safety's sake she ignored, because she knew just how humiliatingly fast she might fall for it. On the other hand, it was an alluring thought, and set off a tingling below her navel. Typewriters started clattering next door. A telephone rang, and she heard a woman's voice.

Ah, the ladies are back.'

'I won't keep you any longer, Dr Jordan. You're obviously extremely busy.'

'You noticed?' He sounded pleased. 'Come and take a look.'

The three doors in the outer office were labelled WAITING ROOM — SECRETARY'S OFFICE 1 — SECRETARY'S OFFICE 2. Jordan opened them one by one. Behind the opaque-glass door of the 'waiting room' was a kitchen. 'Secretary's Office I' was the bathroom, and 'Secretary's Office 2' was empty but for a gramophone which stood on the floor, playing a recording of the staccato sound of a typewriter, the ringing of a telephone bell and busy voices talking.

'Was one of your ancestors by any chance called Potemkin?'

Advertising is all part of the trade. If a client really does find his way to me then I'm a very busy lawyer. So far I've had only a plumber who wants me to sue for payment of his invoice. Otherwise I live like most beginners in my line, on meagre fees from providing legal aid.' His glance rested on her sky-blue pullover. 'Would I get the brush-off again if I invited you to a glass of wine this evening?'

She thought of Jochen and Isabel. 'You would not.'

'Seven o'clock at Brumm's?'

'Ten past seven, if that's all right.'

'On that note I shall take my well-deserved siesta.' He folded down the wall of books behind the desk, and not a single volume fell out — they were the spines of books glued to the partition. An unmade bed appeared.

As soon as I'm a successful lawyer representing prominent people, as I fully intend to be, I shall have offices in the best location and a Kurfirstendamm apartment. May I pay for Mein Kampf next week? I'm a bit short of cash for the moment.'

'I'm sure my boss won't object. Have a nice siesta.'

She bought cherries from Frowein's fruit and vegetable shop, plump, red and yellow fruit grown in Werder, and ate them with Frau Gerold in the back room of the bookshop. 'He has a bed behind a partition with the spines of books glued to it, and a gramophone in another room instead of a typist,' she told her boss. 'Didn't you mention that you sometimes need a lawyer?'

'Not at the moment, though.' The bookseller put an arm round Jutta's shoulders. 'You like him, don't you? Watch out, things might get complicated.'

Brumm's was right opposite the U-Bahn station. In the bar on the left, the clerks and minor civil servants of the quarter drank beer and played skat. In the middle was the bakery and cake shop. On the right was the caferestaurant. The young lime trees in the front garden glowed gold in the evening sun.

Rainer Jordan was there already. He pulled a chair out for her. 'How about a Mosel? It would go well with fresh zander from the Havel. The plumber called in this afternoon — his customer knuckled under when he got my letter, and I've been paid my fee.'

'Which is no reason for throwing money around.' In her mind, she totted up her ready cash. It would just about stretch. And in the last resort she could turn to her father. 'I'm going Dutch.'

'You're very generous.'

'Just practical.'

Annie!' He waved to the waitress, a pretty blonde with blue eyes. 'We'll have the zander and a bottle of Mosel.'

'Two zanders, one Mosel. At once, doctor.'

'So you've made friends around here already?'

'Only as a paying customer. But it's a fact that some men come just because of Annie. You know Kalkfurth Sausages? The owner's son sits over there for hours every Sunday, ordering endless portions of coffee and cake.' He grinned. 'The boy should try his luck with a few of the family products as a sign of his devotion. Waitresses like good hearty fare.'

'Speaking from practical experience, doctor?' she teased him.

'Modesty forbids me to say more. How definitely are you going steady?'

'Why are you interested?'

'Because I like you a lot.' He skilfully dissected his fish.

It was beginning to get dark. The gas lamps along the street flared on. A Line-T bus puffed diesel vapour out from the nearby bus stop. Some of the passengers got out to hurry home or change to the U-Bahn. 'What about you, Dr Jordan?'

'Bachelor with a bit of a past. Marion was very chic, very spoilt. A manufacturer's daughter. She liked to keep a poverty-stricken student as a lapdog. When he took her to expensive restaurants she'd hand him her purse under the table. A point came when she tired of him and said goodbye with a pair of sinfully expensive cufflinks. He sold them to finance the rest of his studies. Since then, well, it's been a couple of fleeting relationships, if you really want to know.'

She watched him as he spoke. She liked his frank face; when he raised his eyebrows he reminded her of a clumsy puppy. She felt that tingling below the navel again, and relished it without shame.

'Unattached, then. Shall we have an ice for dessert?'

'Two ices, please, Annie.'

And the bill,' she added. 'Half and half, remember.'

'My uncle is going to find me a job at the UfA studios. He's a movie director. Theodor Alberti. Maybe you've heard of him?'

'I'm afraid not.'

'Never mind. Uncle Theo thinks I should try the legal department of a big film studio. After one or two years I could set up on my own with a lucrative clientele from the movie world and earn a lot of money. I'll invite you out properly then. Shall I take you to the bus stop or the U-Bahn?'

Jutta spooned up her ice. Isabel and Jochen would be sitting bent over great fat books, quite close together, of course. How far would they go? And how far would she go?

'Coffee?' she suggested.

He raised his hand. Annie!'

'I meant at your place.'

She enjoyed his surprise, and was equally surprised herself.

'Coffee at my place then. With pleasure, but I'm afraid I don't have any milk and sugar.'

'The pleasure will do.' She was enjoying this more and more. She was just going to take things as they came — there'd be time for remorse later. At least. if there was anything to feel remorseful about, she told herself.

A car with dipped headlights was waiting by the pavement outside Number 47 Wilskistrasse. A uniformed man got out. 'Dr Jordan?'