âAs you know, this past winter wasnât as cold as usual. All of the berries were originally produced smaller.â (The man)
âStill, something like thisâ¦â
âWell, Iâll take two pennies off per kilogram for the grapes. How about it?â (The man)
âItâs not a decision I can make, sir. The owner is away for a while. Would you like to discuss it when he comes?â
âNo. Iâm giving it to you at a discount because the lady is pretty. You canât get something this cheap anywhere else.â (The man)
âHaha â¦â¦â
âBy the way, have we seen each other somewhere before? Your face is strangely familiar.â (The man)
âNo, we havenât.â
Suddenly, a babyâs cry was heard from the back. Annette stopped talking and turned around.
âWait a minute.â (A)
Click. She opened the door and turned on a small electric light, and a yellow light came on. The baby was awake and crying.
Annette picked up the baby. The tiny, newly awakened body was as soft and hot as a melting marshmallow. She patted the babyâs back and soothed him.
The crying slowly subsided. Annette leaned against the door, still holding the sobbing baby.
âWould you please sit there and wait for a moment? The owner will be back soon.â (A)
âOkay. Are you the one who came in a few months ago? Are you her friend?â (The man)
ââ¦â¦ Yes, well.â
âWhere did you meet her?â (The man)
âIn the capital.â
âThe capital? Are you from the capital?â (The man)
âYes.â
âIâve been to the capital before. Where did you live?â (The man)
âJust â¦â¦ near Britannia Square.â
âBritannia Square? Isnât it a rich place? Miss, are you the daughter of a wealthy family?â
The man laughed as if he had told a very funny joke. Annette frowned, looking at the baby without reply.
âBy the way, are you sure we havenât seen each other before? Iâm not just saying that but because youâre really familiar.â
âNo.â
âNot even â¦â¦ Oh, how could I forget someone as beautiful as the lady? Where did I really see you? Miss, could it beâ¦â¦â
âHans!â
Suddenly, Hansâs shoulders shook at the roar that suddenly echoed through the store. He turned back with an awkward smile.
A brunette-haired woman glared at him at the entrance to the store. she said ferociously, striding toward him.
âWhat crazy tricks are you doing in my store?â
âWhat trick? I was just telling the lady she looked familiar.â
Bang! The woman slammed the basket down on the table.
Hans immediately stopped talking.
âIâve told you many times how you make the staff uncomfortable! I know youâre the main culprit for scaring female customers away.â
âNo, I donât know how often they come when I comeâ¦â
Hansâ words blurred at the end. The woman was adamant that she would not be contradicted any further and quickly ended the price negotiation.
âThirty-two pennies per kilogram. No more.â
In the end, Hans left the store after writing a receipt for a slightly lower price than the first time.
He did not forget to cast a sneaking glance at Annette until the very end.
After Hans left, the woman leaned her head back, shaking her head.
âIâm sorry. Hans has known my brother since he was young, and now that heâs older, heâs learned all these weird thingsâ¦â
âNo.â
âWas the store a sight to behold? Can I leave it with you now?â
âThen I might be asking for money at the time of settlement.â
âThen you have to fill it yourself.â
Annette gave a small laugh. The hand patting the babyâs back stopped and the baby in her arms began to fuss again.
âOh, give her to me.â
The woman stretched out her arms. Annette hurriedly handed the baby over to her as if she had committed a crime. The woman embraced and snuggled the baby.
âDid you sleep well, my baby girl? Did you miss your mother?â
The baby soon cooed and stopped fussing in her motherâs arms. Once again she fell asleep.
âAnnette, look at this.â
âOh my, â¦â¦.â
âShe even talked in her sleep yesterday.â
âDo babies dream, too?â
âWhat kind of dreams would babies have?â
The woman muttered as she looked at her daughter with eyes filled with love.
It was the most peaceful and happy scene ever. Annette stepped away and quietly watched the scene.
The woman who had been stroking her baby for a while said in a small voice,
âOh, Annette, my husband wants to go to the furniture store tomorrow. Do you need anything? Would you like to go see it together?â
âIâm okay.â
âYour bedroom is still very drab. Do you want to have a bookshelf?â
âThen⦠May I get a small bookshelf?â
âOf course, yes. How big is it?â
âHmmm, about this muchâ¦â¦? Iâll measure the exact size a little later and let you know.â
âOkay. Let me know whenever you need something.â
The woman said as if it were no big deal. Annette stared at her feet with her hands clasped, then replied in a whisper.
âThank youâ¦.Catherine.â
***
It was Catherine Grott who approached Annette as she sat on a bench in a nearby park contemplating death after her divorce from Heiner.
âWhat are you doing here?â
âââ- â
âDo you have a place to go?â
ââ¦â¦ Yes.â
âWhere are you going?â
ââââ
ââ¦â¦ follow me.â
âNo, I â¦â¦â
âPlease follow me.â
Still hesitant for a moment, Annette followed Catherine almost by force.
They were silent the entire walk. Catherine headed for the train station. She bought two tickets to Cynthia.
Annette had no idea of Catherineâs intentions. Her address, which Annette knew, was Western Road, a 40-minute carriage ride away.
But Annette did not ask first. In fact, she didnât care where she was going, even if Catherine had a bad heart toward her. Instead, she thought it would be fine if she had.
Catherine opened her mouth only after the train had departed.
âI moved to Cynthia a while ago. The capital was too crowded.â
Catherine did not add any particular reason for the move. However, Annette guessed that it was probably her fault.
Her brother had tried to kill Annette. Whatever the circumstances, rumors must have spread throughout the town.
And even if they didnât care, they would have had to worry about the problems of their soon-to-be-born child.
Of course, this may be an oversensitive guess. There could be many other reasons. But for Annette now, her thought circuit did not work properly.
They got off the train and headed for the streets of the old town. Catherine said she would reopen her fruit shop there.
Cynthia was less busy
than the Western Road, confirming Catherineâs statement that âthe capital is crowded.â
The buildings seemed to have been built more recently than those in the capital.
Catherine lived in a small mansion near her store. She took Annette to her own house, and as she showed her the rooms on the upper floor, she said.
âThe room is a bit small since the house itself isnât very big, so it canât be helped.â
Until then, Annette did not exactly understand Catherineâs words.
âWhy do you tell me this placeâ¦â¦.â
âWhat?â
âHere, why me.â
âBecause itâs where the madam will be staying.â
âIâm not going to â¦â¦ stay here.â
âThen where are you going?â
âI, just â¦â¦.â
âAre you going to die again?â
Annette was speechless at the blunt question. Catherine stared at her blankly for a moment, until she walked into the room and explained.
âIâve done all the cleaning. The luggage can go inside first⦠Hmm, it looks like you donât have any luggage to unpack. For now, please use my clothes. My belly is like this, and I canât wear regular clothes anyway. Meals are on the first floorâ¦â¦â
Annette, still confused and reluctant, could not refuse any longer. She just kept her eyes downcast with a weary expression.
From that day on, Annette began staying with the Grott family.
Catherine, a pregnant woman in her last month of pregnancy, ran a small fruit stand, and her husband, Brunner, drove a carriage. The Grott family was not rich, but they had no major financial worries.
Catherine never asked for rent or living expenses. She only asked if she could help her with chores from time to time, which was a pleasant surprise for Annette, who was feeling indebted
Annette would help Catherine with the fruits and the ledger for the store. She even tried her hand at housework, but she was useless there.
In her quiet, peaceful life, Annette still contemplated death. But for some reason, she was not ready to carry it out as in the official residence.
âAre you going to die again?â
Annette thought Catherine would ask about it. But Catherine never brought it up again.
That wasnât the only thing Catherine did not ask.
She didnât ask if she really had nowhere to go, if she had any property that had been divided after her divorce, what her plans were for the futureâ¦â¦â¦she didnât ask any of them.
She just had a routine conversation with Annette as if nothing was wrong.
Perhaps because of her impression of Catherine in the parlor where they had talked about her dead brother, Annette thought Catherine was somewhat cold and quiet.
Catherine was more talkative and active than she had expected. Contrary to Annette, who had become much less talkative over the years.
However, Annette and Catherine did not have deep conversations. Despite living in the same house, there was still an invisible wall between them.
They never brought up the original arguments that existed in their relationship. For example, stories about David Burkel, the fact of Annetteâs miscarriage, or the suicide attempts that occurred after Catherineâs visitâ¦â¦â¦â¦.
I donât think 10 or 20 years of living together will break this barrier.
Annette thought so.