Live For Tomorrow [Heidi, Claude]

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

The colour drained from Joe’s face as Otto turned away to talk to the girl again. Turning away from the man, Joe picked up one stone and carried it over to the corner where the old stones would go. He was making his way back to the pile when Otto caught up with him. Joe stopped and stepped a little bit further away from the powerful man.

"Oh yes, you asked me why I wish to know. Well, I just thought that since you have had a run-in with Strumfelder, you might have come across that name," His voice unusually calm. "I guess I was wrong. But anyway, it is of no matter. Tomorrow when I get to my office, I will find out everything there is to know about the hospital that was blown up, this little girl here and also about you, Joe Claude. It is what I am good at... Finding out things. If it appears that you have lied to me... well, I cannot say that I will be very pleased," Otto held no emotion in his voice. "If there is anything you would like to add to the story you gave me earlier, now would be a good time to do so."

Joe opened his mouth, shut it again and then bit his lip. His face now not staying calm and collected. Otto seemed to pause, as if knowing that Joe knew something…

”If I tell you what I know then that girl will die, you do realize that don’t you? a sudden slight scream from behind him stopped him from explaining any more. A loud barking, and the slap of footsteps against stone as the girl came running towards the adults, the dog running after her. Joe saw with slight horror that the girl tripped and then fell but got back up quickly, she was alright…

A sweet voice came from behind Joe; it was Otto’s wife, Zelda. He had forgotten how beautiful she was, her skin, her hair, everything about her just didn’t seem to look right next to Otto – balding, old and moody-like. Joe smiled slightly back at the woman but didn’t get a chance to greet her and maybe it was a good idea not to do so as the woman headed straight for the girl and began to talk to her quietly, pushing the hair from the girl’s face, revealing the horrid scars that were there.

The Jew’s eyes turned on Otto and then back to the pile of stones. Shrugging his shoulders, not wanting to go on now that Otto’s wife was home he decided that Otto should find the rest of the information himself if he really wanted to know so badly. Joe had been thinking for so time that if he did somehow escape this place, then his life wouldn’t be worth living, he had seen too much, he would never get rid of his scars, people would always stare at him down the street and wonder what had happened to him all those years ago…but he would wait and see…it would be nice to live however, living did have its pluses sometimes….

[Otto Wolff]

The tall and imposing man stared at Joe Claude adamantly, seeing that his words were now having the desired effect on the Jew. There were few things more rewarding for Otto than seeing someone crack under pressure, ready to tell him everything he wanted to know. ”If I tell you what I know then that girl will die, you do realize that don’t you?" the Jew said and Otto couldn't help but feel puzzled by his answer.

The girl would die? Did the Jew think that Otto would sink as low as to kill a German child or was there some other danger lurking somewhere for the girl? Certainly it might explain why the Jew seemed to want to keep something a secret. Many new and intiguing questions swarmed inside Otto's head and he was just about to pose one of them to Joe Claude, when a loud and high-pitched scream from Heidi interrupted him.

"HERR OOOOTTTTTTOOOOOOO! Das Verfolgen von Luger ich!" the girl yelled, running away from the Doberman who was dashing after the girl, obviously overcome with joy. The dog had suddenly grown excited over something that Otto could not understand and for a moment Otto thought that Luger had just become slightly too engrossed in the fun game of repeatedly fetching his toy. The child naturally seemed to think that Luger was attacking him, although Otto himself could see that the animal was wagging his little tail furiously, obviously overjoyed by something.

The little girl fell down on the ground and Otto already took a step towards her to help her up, while commanding Luger to stay put. The girl was up again before Otto had time to say or do anything and the black dog ran first past her and then also past both Otto and Claude. With surprise, Otto turned around to see where Luger was running off to and he had to blink a few times when he saw that Zelda had appeared on the courtyard.

The blonde woman smiled her charming little smile and greeted the Jew with a nod. She regarded Otto with those amazingly blue eyes and the man just stood there, dumbfounded and not able to find any words. How could she be here? She wasn't supposed to arrive home for a few days at least and here she was. What day was it, anyway? Otto's mind tried to work over the past dates and visualize the calendar that was currently on the table of his study. These past days he had been so tired and busy, he couldn't quite pinpoint the exact date and Otto found it irritating. He was always very precise, he never forgot appointments or dates and here he was, completely lost. He really needed to take time off if this was how things were turning out.

Zelda had already of course noticed little Heidi and was now crouched next to her, talking to the girl in a friendly voice and asking her name and about the faint scars on her face. Otto really did not know how to explain the little girl's appearance to his wife, it certainly wasn't like Otto to shelter some random orphan he had found on the street. Well, of course Heidi wasn't just a random orphan, he knew Joe Claude and naturally Otto wasn't as cold-hearted as to leave the small German girl to her death among the Jews.

"Oh, Zelda... Ich glaube, dass ich Sie an der Station heute aufnehmen sollte, stimmt das?" Otto asked and smiled apologetically, casually grabbing Luger by his collar to stop him from fussing around so much. The animal was besides himself with joy after seeing Zelda and Otto occupied himself for a while with calming the dog down before he spoke again. "Ich muss das Datum verwechselt haben, ich dachte, dass Sie seit vielen Tagen, liebchen nicht ankommen würden. Das tut mir ja so leid. Es ist seit den letzten wenigen Wochen hier in Berlin sehr beschäftigt gewesen."

Clearing his throat, Otto took a few steps towards his wife and the little girl, waving his hand around. "Sie trafen bereits Heidi, sie ist... uhm..." Otto glanced around, this was yet another thing that was completely unlike him. He couldn't come up with anything to say and this very rarely happened to the Kriminalkommissar who always seemed to find sharp and quick words for almost any occasion. "Es ist eine lange Geschichte.. So, es ist nicht wirklich, aber.. sie kam mit dem Juden. Joe Claude erinnern Sie sich? Sie wollten, dass er hier arbeitete, und ich ordnete es ein, es war ganz ein heikles Ding schließlich. Sie würden den Betrag von Schwierigkeiten nicht glauben, die er schließlich verursachte. Und das Mädchen bleibt hier für jetzt, ich hoffe, dass Sie das, lieb nicht merken. Sie muss nirgends sonst in diesem Augenblick gehen."

It wasn't anywhere near a good or a satisfactory story, but it was all that Otto could offer as an explanation right now. He was pretty sure that Zelda would not mind the girl staying, she was obviously already feeling sympathetic towards the child.

"Heidi, sorgen Sie sich über Luger nicht, er wurde gerade sehr glücklich, er hatte nicht vor, Sie zu erschrecken. Hier ist meine Frau... Derjenige, dessen Halstuch Sie liehen. Ich bin überzeugt, dass Sie zwei einander mögen werden," Otto said in his smooth and low voice, almost everything in Otto's manner was very different from what the man was usually like and Otto realized that himself. He glanced at the Jew and straightened out his back to seem more important, letting go of Luger's leather collar as he did so. The dog sat on his haunches, the animal's pink tongue lolling out and his little black eyes squinted as he quietly enjoyed just having his pack together once again.

"Und weil Sie sehen können, hat Claude begonnen, am Hof bereits zu arbeiten. Auf ihn ist sehr gut aufgepasst worden, ich bin überzeugt, dass er sich dafür verbürgen kann," Otto's eyes moved sharply to regard Claude, as if to warn him that Claude had best agree with Otto's words or there would surely be some consequences. Claude could certainly read from Otto's expression that the man was not happy for their discussion being so abruptly cut off, but there was obviously nothing that Otto could do about it anymore now that his wife was here. Oh well, Otto would find time for a discussion with Claude later and he would make sure that there would be nobody to interrupt them when that happened.

"Wie war Ihre Reise, lieb?" Otto asked, cracking a small smile again towards Zelda, making himself seem even more peculiar with his overly friendly and casual attitude.


Translations:

"Oh, Zelda... Ich glaube, dass ich Sie an der Station heute aufnehmen sollte, stimmt das?"
"Oh, Zelda... I guess I was supposed to pick you up at the station today, wasn't I?"

"Ich muss das Datum verwechselt haben, ich dachte, dass Sie seit vielen Tagen, liebchen nicht ankommen würden. Das tut mir ja so leid. Es ist seit den letzten wenigen Wochen hier in Berlin sehr beschäftigt gewesen."
"I must have mixed up the date, I thought you would not be arriving for a good few days, liebchen. I'm so very sorry about that. It has been very busy for the past few weeks here in Berlin."

"Sie trafen bereits Heidi, sie ist... uhm.."
"You already met Heidi, she is... uhm.."

"Es ist eine lange Geschichte.. So, es ist nicht wirklich, aber.. sie kam mit dem Juden. Joe Claude erinnern Sie sich? Sie wollten, dass er hier arbeitete, und ich ordnete es ein, es war ganz ein heikles Ding schließlich. Sie würden den Betrag von Schwierigkeiten nicht glauben, die er schließlich verursachte. Und das Mädchen bleibt hier für jetzt, ich hoffe, dass Sie das, lieb nicht merken. Sie muss nirgends sonst in diesem Augenblick gehen."
"It's a long story.. Well, it isn't actually, but.. she came with the Jew. Joe Claude, you remember? You wanted him to work here and I arranged it, it was quite a tricky thing in the end, you would not believe the amount of trouble it caused in the end. And the girl is staying here for now, I hope you don't mind that, dear. She has nowhere else to go right now."

"Heidi, sorgen Sie sich über Luger nicht, er wurde gerade sehr glücklich, er hatte nicht vor, Sie zu erschrecken. Hier ist meine Frau... Derjenige, dessen Halstuch Sie liehen. Ich bin überzeugt, dass Sie zwei einander mögen werden."
"Heidi, don't worry about Luger, he just got very happy, he did not mean to scare you. Here is my wife... The one whose scarf you borrowed. I'm sure you two will come along just fine."

"Und weil Sie sehen können, hat Claude begonnen, am Hof bereits zu arbeiten. Auf ihn ist sehr gut aufgepasst worden, ich bin überzeugt, dass er sich dafür verbürgen kann."
"And as you can see, Claude has begun working on the yard already. He has been very well taken care of, I'm sure he can vouch for that,"

"Wie war Ihre Reise, lieb?"
"How was your trip, dear?"

[Zelda Wolff]

Zelda found it slightly hard to believe that the little girl had bumped her nose, but she shan't argue. Zelda didn't really experience what the girl had experienced and so she did not exactly have the right to argue and order the young girl like some wild dog to tell Zelda the truth. Of course, Zelda wasn't a mother. She noticed how the young girl found it hard to answer and kept stuttering her words out. It was probably because Zelda was a star and all that. It wasn't hard to notice anyways. She smiled towards the young girl. She noticed the girl's hair and eyes. Zelda could see a very lost soul underneath those ink black eyes. "Ihr eine sehr schöne junge Dame, stimmt dass?" She remarked quite lovingly. [Translations: [1] Your a very beautiful young lady, aren't you?]

When she heard her husband's voice she quickly pushed herself up.
"Oh, Zelda... Ich glaube, dass ich Sie an der Station heute aufnehmen sollte, stimmt das?" She noticed his apologetic look. She slightly nodded, although she kept her smile on. "Keine Sorgen, keine Sorgen, lieber Otto," She walked over and pecked a soft kiss on his lips. She quickly let go and turned towards Joe, smiling again - she never did stop smiling - when Otto mentioned him bringing her along. "Es ist von Ihnen, Joe sehr nett," And with that she nodded, turning towards her loving husband, placing her soft hand on his cheek. "Ich habe sicher, Liebe nicht acht." [Translations: [1] No worries, no worries, Otto dear. [2] That's very nice of you, Joe. [3] I certainly don't mind, love.]

"Und weil Sie sehen können, hat Claude begonnen, am Hof bereits zu arbeiten. Auf ihn ist sehr gut aufgepasst worden, ich bin überzeugt, dass er sich dafür verbürgen kann."

She did actually notice the work he had done. "Es sieht bereits sensationeller Joe aus. Danke," She smiled once more, gesturing it towards Joe. She did notice how she spoke to him using his first name all the time. She just hated calling him 'Jew' or his last name. It made it feel so uncomfortable. Jews are just another part of mankind just like any other religion. They were all people. Yes, they did have their differences, although, it did not mean that they didn't have to get along. It was all so irritating.

"Wie war Ihre Reise, lieb?" Asked Otto. She glanced towards him, sighing slightly. "Ziemlich Ankleide- und schrecklich irritierend mit dem ganzen Tumult, der weitergeht. Ein Mann wurde geschossen." She didn't want Joe to hear her words. She knew he would get somehow uncomfortable. She mouthed her words. "Der Mann war ein Jude," She shook her head and turned away. "Schrecklich," She heaved out a deep sigh. [Translations: [1] Very tiring and irritating due to all the commotion going on. A man got shot on the train. [2] The man was a Jew. [3] Dreadful.]

[Heidi]

Translations:

"Herr Claude, brauchen Sie, um, irgendeine Hilfe? Ich meine... dass jene Steine schwer aussehen, und Ihre Füße Sie noch belästigen könnten." = Herr Claude, do you need, um, any help? I mean...those stones look heavy, and your feet might still be bothering you.

"Ich kann gerade diesen Rücken Fräu Zelda, und dann geben, ich werde helfen." = I can just give this back to Fräu Zelda, and then, I'll help.

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Heidi's stuttering only got worse. Her, beautiful? Really? She wasn't as beautiful as Fräulein - or Fräu, since she was married to Herr Otto - Zelda, though. Fräu Zelda seemed to shine like a star, looking like she was worth everything in the world, her smile dazzling. She looked like she had stepped right out of that poster from the orphanage, like it had stopped fluttering around the grounds and come to life. To be complemented by a woman of such a great appearance was a true honour.

Herr Otto seemed nervous, tripping over his own words when he had been so calm before. With some difficulty, he explained Heidi's situation, and where she had come from. With a smile that seemed brighter than before, Fräu Zelda gave Herr Otto her permission without so much as batting an eye. Heidi smiled, blushing a little more, a shy smile appearing on her face. However, that smile disappeared when Fräu Zelda leaned in to kiss her husband, and Heidi politely averting her eyes, her face now burning. Kissing boys was icky; she didn't know why some girls only a little bit older than her did it.

As the couple talked quietly to each other, Heidi moved over to Herr Claude, who Herr Otto had shot a dirty look. It seemed Herr Otto wanted Herr Claude to show Fräu Zelda that her husband had been treating him nicely. Heidi would say yes, even though Herr Otto had made Herr Claude go away the night before; being a Jew was no excuse to kick someone out. There had been plenty of Jews at the orphanage, and did the nuns ever kick them out, even when the Nazis came? No, the nuns had not! They had been nice to the Jews, like anyone should!

"Herr Claude," Heidi said quietly, once she was beside her soldier-friend, "brauchen Sie, um, irgendeine Hilfe? Ich meine..., dass jene Steine schwer aussehen, und Ihre Füße Sie noch belästigen könnten."

The child unwound her borrowed scarf from around her neck, and folded it a few times, hanging it over one arm.

"Ich kann gerade diesen Rücken Fräu Zelda, und dann geben, ich werde helfen."

[Cpl. Joe Claude]

Zelda and Otto talked together, Joe just stood there not really wanting to be here but his only other option was to pick up those bricks and he really didn’t want to do that either so to listen in on their conversation would be a worthwhile activity.

Joe couldn’t help but smile slightly as Otto played with his dog, he found it quiet funny but the man seemed to realize this so straightened up, glaring at the Jew and went on talking to his wife who was still so beautiful…she shouldn’t be with such an old and grumpy man like Otto…she should be with a soldier…a young soldier not that the thought had ever crossed his mind, he knew it would never happen it was just it had been a long time since he had even kissed a woman. The last one was properly the departure from America…his old sweetheart Rebecca who now had herself another man. She had kindly written the letter to him about half a year ago declaring that she was leaving him for someone else…

Otto’s voice floated back into Joe’s head and he felt eyes on him. Blinking, he caught the end of Otto’s speech to his wife, he shrugged. ”Sowie jemand wie mich kann um kümmert werden.” he muttered, not looking at Zelda as he spoke.

Joe could see from Otto’s expression that the man was annoyed about their conversation being cut off so suddenly – good, the man could use some patience practicing, he needed it from where Joe was standing.

Zelda kissed her husband and it made Joe’s stomach turn with slight disgust. Ew. She then turned to him and smiled that lovely smile of her’s, thanking him for doing what again? Oh, bringing the girl with him…well, he didn’t really do that but at least he got some kind of thanking for something he did from such a nice lady.

She thanked him again and Joe smiled slightly at her words - "Es sieht bereits sensationeller Joe aus. Danke,” – why couldn’t everyone be like her? ”Danke.” Joe said in return, casting his eyes down to the floor as the woman spoke quietly to her husband. The one good thing about being in the paratroopers back home was that they developed very good hearing and that Joe in particular could lip read – this helped. He heard the word “Jew” and “shot”…not another one?

Joe’s stomach turned, just because he believed differently, didn’t mean he had to be treated like this!

The girl had come towards him and was standing by him, she leant in and spoke quietly to him – "Herr Claude, brauchen Sie, um, irgendeine Hilfe? Ich meine..., dass jene Steine schwer aussehen, und Ihre Füße Sie noch belästigen könnten. Ich kann gerade diesen Rücken Fräu Zelda, und dann geben, ich werde helfen. Joe laughed slightly.

”Ich denke I' ll ist gut.” he spoke softly to the girl, watching her.



Translation:

As well as someone like me can be taken care of.

I think I’ll be alright.

[Otto Wolff]

Seeing his wife smiling and courteous as ever was something that Otto would have really expected of her, it always came to her so naturally. He really could not remember seeing her angry or frustrated and Otto had to wonder where the woman got her incredible strength and patience from. Sometimes Otto actually hoped he could have seemed as carefree as Zelda was, but such things just did not come very easily to Otto. He seemed like such a monster beside her, all too old and stone-cold, emotionless... who was he trying to convince, anyway?

Otto was brought back to reality when his wife gave him a gentle kiss, proceeding to divide her unexhaustible attention equally to all the people around her. She must have gotten used to doing that, being so famous and all, it made him feel lightheaded just looking at it. As Otto had already guessed, Zelda did not mind the girl staying at their apartment at all and he was sure that she would have been the one to suggest the whole idea first if she had been here when he had brought Heidi in with the Jew.

Zelda placed her soft hand on Otto's cheek and Otto placed his own hand on hers, placing a small kiss on her wrist as he listened to her words. A man had been shot on the train? A Jew? Otto frowned and sighed with frustration, what were these people thinking, shooting Jews on a train? What if innocent people had been hurt, someone like his wife? "Es ist schrecklich, lieb. Ich freue mich zu sehen, dass Sie ganz richtig sind und zurück nachhause sicher kamen. Es ist hier ohne Sie sehr ruhig gewesen. So, natürlich jetzt ist Heidi hier. Aber sie hat sich wie eine feine junge Dame benommen," the man remarked, glancing at the girl who was now talking to the Jew.

"Elise wird er hier heute, Sie müssen sich nicht mit dem Kochen oder irgendetwas bemühen. Sie muss Essen für den Claude und die SS-Wächter auch irgendwie machen," Otto said, referring to the young woman who sometimes visited the apartment to do the cooking and cleaning when necessary. "Ich werde sie senden, um eine Kleidung für das kleine Mädchen zu kaufen. Ich glaube dass es am besten sein würde, sie zu haben, nehmen ein Bad und ändern ihre Kleidung so bald wie möglich. Sie war mit... Juden, als ich sie fand. Himmel weiß, was sie von ihnen gefangen haben könnte," he said with a certain distaste to his words, he wasn't really trying to keep his words a secret from anyone, either. He had seen enough concentration camps to know what he was talking about. There had been outbreaks of typhus on some camps and it had also affected some of the guards. It was certainly something Otto did not want to bring into his own home.

Glancing at the Jew and the child, he almost missed seeing the obvious disgust on Claude's face when he looked at Otto and his wife. Otto blinked and looked at his beautiful wife, so young and radiant next to him. It was true, they were an unlikely pair and Otto knew that people gave them weird looks wherever they went together. He did love his wife very deeply, but sometimes he doubted if he was just holding her down, chaining her to the monster he knew he was. But what could he do? He could not let her go, he was far too selfish for that. If he finally had found something that he truly cared about, he was not ready to lose it too easily.

Otto knew he had never been a prime example of a father or a husband, most likely he had been the exact opposite. But he had seen so much, been through so many things over the past years, he had found himself changing. It was a gradual change, one that he had not first detected in himself. But if he had been the same Otto as he had been in the past, the Jew would have not been here on this yard today and neither would have the girl. He had purposefully disillusioned himself with the thought of just gaining information from the girl and disposing of the Jew once his work was done, but now... he was not so sure anymore. Maybe, with the war going the way it was, he had seen the chance to do at least some good before all of this was over. Or maybe he had just become some romantic fool with ideals that would only get him killed in the end? He could not really answer that question at the moment and it troubled him.

He realized he had been left staring into nothingness for a moment and Otto tried to snap back into reality once again. "Oh, Recht.. Ich habe etwas Arbeit, um zu tun. Ich werde Luger draußen verlassen, er wird gerade ruhelos wachsen, wenn er innen den ganzen Tag sitzen muss, wissen Sie, wie der Hund ist," Otto said in a steady voice, his hand moving to touch the pocket where the letter from Strumfelder was. "Es ist gut Sie nach Hause zu haben, Lieb," Otto noted with a slight smile. It was true, seeing his wife again had made him slightly more happy and judging by the way he looked at her, it must have been quite obvious. Trying to seem more like the formal Otto once again, he turned to regard Heidi and Claude, although mostly the child at first.

"Heidi, ich werde innen gehen. Ich werde das Fenster meiner Studie offen halten, ich werde Sie hören, wenn Sie irgendetwas brauchen," Otto pointed towards a window on the second floor to indicate where his den was. "Wenn Luger alle verrückt wieder geht, müssen Sie gerade sagen 'Sitzen' mit einem sehr festen Ton, und er wird so tun, er weiß, dass Sie ein Teil der Familie sind und er nie versuchen würde, Sie zu verletzen. Und.. erkälten Sie sich jetzt, die junge Dame nicht."

"I will talk to you later, Claude," Otto added in English, the hint of warmth that had just been in his voice now entirely lost. Yes, indeed, there would be a chat with the Jew later on, he would make sure of it. In the interrogation room of the Gestapo there could not possibly be any interruptions unless the Führer himself decided to make an unexpected visit. Quite an amusing thought. Turning to look at his wife again, Otto gave her a soft smile and then reached for the letter in his pocket, just to go over it again as he started walking back towards the building.

"Mittagessen ist um Punkt 12.00," Otto turned his head slightly to regard the people on the courtyard once more, but then he was once again lost in his dark thoughts and with an angry tug at the door handle, the Kriminalkommissar entered the quiet of the luxurious hallway and relished the moment for a while, before continuing towards the stairs. So many questions loomed in the air, all just waiting for Otto to find answers to them.


Translations:

"Es ist schrecklich, lieb. Ich freue mich zu sehen, dass Sie ganz richtig sind und zurück nachhause sicher kamen. Es ist hier ohne Sie sehr ruhig gewesen. So, natürlich jetzt ist Heidi hier. Aber sie hat sich wie eine feine junge Dame benommen."
"That's dreadful, dear. I'm glad to see you are all right and got back home safely. It has been very quiet here without you. Well, of course now Heidi is here. But she has been behaving like a fine young lady."

"Elise wird er hier heute, Sie müssen sich nicht mit dem Kochen oder irgendetwas bemühen. Sie muss Essen für den Claude und die SS-Wächter auch irgendwie machen."
"Elise will he here today, you don't have to trouble yourself with cooking or anything. She has to make food for the Claude and the SS guards too, anyway."

"Ich werde sie senden, um eine Kleidung für das kleine Mädchen zu kaufen. Ich glaube dass es am besten sein würde, sie zu haben, nehmen ein Bad und ändern ihre Kleidung so bald wie möglich. Sie war mit... Juden, als ich sie fand. Himmel weiß, was sie von ihnen gefangen haben könnte."
"I will send her to buy some clothes for the little girl. I guess it would be best to have her take a bath and change her clothes as soon as possible. She was with the... Jews when I found her. Heaven knows what she might have caught from them."

"Oh, Recht.. Ich habe etwas Arbeit um zu tun. Ich werde Luger draußen verlassen, er wird gerade ruhelos wachsen, wenn er innen den ganzen Tag sitzen muss, wissen Sie, wie der Hund ist."
"Oh, right.. I have some work to do. I will leave Luger outside, he will just grow restless if he has to sit inside all day, you know how the dog is."

"Es ist gut Sie nach Hause zu haben, Lieb."
"It is good to have you home, dear."

"Heidi, ich werde innen gehen. Ich werde das Fenster meiner Studie offen halten, ich werde Sie hören, wenn Sie irgendetwas brauchen."
"Heidi, I will go inside. I will keep the window of my study open, I will hear you if you need anything."

"Wenn Luger alle verrückt wieder geht, müssen Sie gerade sagen 'Sitzen' mit einem sehr festen Ton, und er wird so tun, er weiß, dass Sie ein Teil der Familie sind und er nie versuchen würde, Sie zu verletzen. Und.. erkälten Sie sich jetzt, die junge Dame nicht."
"If Luger goes all crazy again, you just need to say 'Sit' with a very firm tone and he will do so, he knows you are part of the family and he would never try to hurt you. And... don't catch a cold now, young lady."

"Mittagessen ist um Punkt 12.00."
"Dinner is at 12.00, sharp,"

[Edward"Butcher"McMillan]

Who wants some money? You guys do? Well ok then!

O. Wolff - 12CP (like your avvy by the way)

Heidi - 10CP

Claude - 10CP

Z. Wolff - 3CP



-JT