Chapter Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Fifty-Seven
4th February 1979
Mitte, Berlin
It was Sunday morning and all that was left of the weekend was the long trip back to Tzschocha. Gretchen was not looking forward to that part. There was the trip itself, long hours on the train to Görlitz and then more time spent on a bus. Finally there would come getting back to the school itself. The staff was always on the lookout for them trying to bring back any sort of contraband.
It seemed strange to Gretchen as she had written at length in her latest letter to Erich. How the Tzschocha Gymnasia was encouraging girls in her class to travel to Berlin on the weekends for the Winter Social Season. She understood that it was for the same reasons that Gretchen and Eddi had been encouraged to attend formal dances at Wahlstatt when they had been younger, so that young Ladies could meet boys of the same social standing. For Gretchen that would have meant dancing with Sabastian and Niko, which would have been painfully awkward for a lot of different reasons. She remembered that she’d had a schoolgirl’s crush on Niko, to the point of being eaten up jealousy when she had seen his reaction when he had first met Monique Chanson. Sabastian was her older brother, so of course it would be awkward mostly because he still treated her like if she was still a small child.
Gretchen had actually attended the Wahlstatt Institute for a year before figuring out that it wasn’t a good fit and had received a different sort of encouragement, namely, to leave. She had then attended a Liberal Gymnasia in Berlin with a strong focus on Academics. There was an American term that she had heard, latchkey kid, used to describe her situation. Gretchen had managed to mess that arrangement up and had been sent to Tzschocha where a close eye could be kept on her and that meant attending school with her sister Anna. It wasn’t entirely bad though. She had met Mathilda Auer and Edmée Adenauer. Joining their little found family with their shared dislike of Anna and her friends had been happy coincidence. The fact that they all knew Nella and Nan, the two youngest daughters of the Hohenzollern Family and had been invited into their circle of friends.
Still, Gretchen was noticing that her friends were sort of odd at times. Sophie and Nan were extremely close, Nella said that it was because they shared the bond of having had miserable childhoods. Nan had been celebrating her liberation having learned that the man she had thought was her father, wasn’t. That seemed like an odd thing to celebrate, but as Nella had pointed out to Gretchen, their parents were generally good people. Sophie and Nan had not been as fortunate. Nella said Nan had thought that she was a direct relation to a real monster, so bad that she preferred being illegitimate. She knew that Nan had been adopted by Nalla’s family, she just had never heard any of the backstory. How bad could it possibly be?
All of that had been discussed at length on a lazy Sunday morning. They had all been invited to another social event the night before, one where it was regarded as important for Nella to attend as a representative of her family who still resided in Berlin. The rest of them had been along as moral support. Gretchen had no idea that Craft Guilds were still a thing but had found the evening pleasant, even if that had involved spending the evening talking about Metalwork, Carpentry, and Basketweaving, among other things. It seemed that there was a serious movement to revive what were regarded as lost industries. One question that had been asked was what Gretchen’s plans were for Carnival? The last Tuesday of February this year was going to be the last big party that would mark the end of the Winter Social Season. Gretchen had not even thought about that until it had been brought up. Gretchen’s father had been raised Catholic even if he saw religion as something of a joke and her mother was sort of agnostic. She said she had never liked the organized part of organized religion. Gretchen supposed that it was a big deal but had written in her letter to Erich about how it didn’t feel that way to her. There didn’t need to be too much of an excuse for the people in Berlin to throw a party and she had lived in the city for most of her life. So the prospect of that left her a bit cold. She just hoped that her friends understood if she told them she wasn’t interested.
Dublin, Ireland
Did anyone really know Marie Alexandra?
That was the central question that Jackie had been pondering since she had moved in with the German Princess. Marie was painfully shy, but loved to talk to people from other countries when she met them in the many languages she was at least conversant in. There was also the ways she radically changed her appearance, frequently several times in the course of a day. Jackie had realized that she could easily walk right past Marie on the street and not recognize her.
At the same time, there was how Marie dressed when she was just in the apartment they now shared. On weekends, Marie might not even get dressed, wearing those faded plaid flannel nightgowns all day. The rest of the time it was a red sweatshirt with the logo for McGill University across the front of it and old blue jeans with the knees torn out. Jackie could see that red looked terrible on Marie. With how she carefully constructed her appearance, was that also a disguise aimed at Jackie? There was simple no way to answer that question.
4th February 1979
Mitte, Berlin
It was Sunday morning and all that was left of the weekend was the long trip back to Tzschocha. Gretchen was not looking forward to that part. There was the trip itself, long hours on the train to Görlitz and then more time spent on a bus. Finally there would come getting back to the school itself. The staff was always on the lookout for them trying to bring back any sort of contraband.
It seemed strange to Gretchen as she had written at length in her latest letter to Erich. How the Tzschocha Gymnasia was encouraging girls in her class to travel to Berlin on the weekends for the Winter Social Season. She understood that it was for the same reasons that Gretchen and Eddi had been encouraged to attend formal dances at Wahlstatt when they had been younger, so that young Ladies could meet boys of the same social standing. For Gretchen that would have meant dancing with Sabastian and Niko, which would have been painfully awkward for a lot of different reasons. She remembered that she’d had a schoolgirl’s crush on Niko, to the point of being eaten up jealousy when she had seen his reaction when he had first met Monique Chanson. Sabastian was her older brother, so of course it would be awkward mostly because he still treated her like if she was still a small child.
Gretchen had actually attended the Wahlstatt Institute for a year before figuring out that it wasn’t a good fit and had received a different sort of encouragement, namely, to leave. She had then attended a Liberal Gymnasia in Berlin with a strong focus on Academics. There was an American term that she had heard, latchkey kid, used to describe her situation. Gretchen had managed to mess that arrangement up and had been sent to Tzschocha where a close eye could be kept on her and that meant attending school with her sister Anna. It wasn’t entirely bad though. She had met Mathilda Auer and Edmée Adenauer. Joining their little found family with their shared dislike of Anna and her friends had been happy coincidence. The fact that they all knew Nella and Nan, the two youngest daughters of the Hohenzollern Family and had been invited into their circle of friends.
Still, Gretchen was noticing that her friends were sort of odd at times. Sophie and Nan were extremely close, Nella said that it was because they shared the bond of having had miserable childhoods. Nan had been celebrating her liberation having learned that the man she had thought was her father, wasn’t. That seemed like an odd thing to celebrate, but as Nella had pointed out to Gretchen, their parents were generally good people. Sophie and Nan had not been as fortunate. Nella said Nan had thought that she was a direct relation to a real monster, so bad that she preferred being illegitimate. She knew that Nan had been adopted by Nalla’s family, she just had never heard any of the backstory. How bad could it possibly be?
All of that had been discussed at length on a lazy Sunday morning. They had all been invited to another social event the night before, one where it was regarded as important for Nella to attend as a representative of her family who still resided in Berlin. The rest of them had been along as moral support. Gretchen had no idea that Craft Guilds were still a thing but had found the evening pleasant, even if that had involved spending the evening talking about Metalwork, Carpentry, and Basketweaving, among other things. It seemed that there was a serious movement to revive what were regarded as lost industries. One question that had been asked was what Gretchen’s plans were for Carnival? The last Tuesday of February this year was going to be the last big party that would mark the end of the Winter Social Season. Gretchen had not even thought about that until it had been brought up. Gretchen’s father had been raised Catholic even if he saw religion as something of a joke and her mother was sort of agnostic. She said she had never liked the organized part of organized religion. Gretchen supposed that it was a big deal but had written in her letter to Erich about how it didn’t feel that way to her. There didn’t need to be too much of an excuse for the people in Berlin to throw a party and she had lived in the city for most of her life. So the prospect of that left her a bit cold. She just hoped that her friends understood if she told them she wasn’t interested.
Dublin, Ireland
Did anyone really know Marie Alexandra?
That was the central question that Jackie had been pondering since she had moved in with the German Princess. Marie was painfully shy, but loved to talk to people from other countries when she met them in the many languages she was at least conversant in. There was also the ways she radically changed her appearance, frequently several times in the course of a day. Jackie had realized that she could easily walk right past Marie on the street and not recognize her.
At the same time, there was how Marie dressed when she was just in the apartment they now shared. On weekends, Marie might not even get dressed, wearing those faded plaid flannel nightgowns all day. The rest of the time it was a red sweatshirt with the logo for McGill University across the front of it and old blue jeans with the knees torn out. Jackie could see that red looked terrible on Marie. With how she carefully constructed her appearance, was that also a disguise aimed at Jackie? There was simple no way to answer that question.
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