“Perhaps,” she glanced at her husband, “it would be a good idea.”
Helmut said nothing to that and shortly afterwards she escorted Harriet to the front door and then out into the front garden. The air was cooling and she hugged her arms close to her body as Harriet opened the door of her car.
“It looks as if it might actually rain tonight,” she stared up at the night sky.
“I am sorry about tonight,” Helga ventured.
“Sorry about what?” Harriet leaned on the car door.
“My husband, he is quite the Nazi.”
“So I noticed, it is why I kept my opinions to myself. I never trusted little men with moustaches, my first lover was a little man with a moustache and after he deflowered me he went on to the next lady in waiting, a detestable little toad of a man.”
She regarded her for a moment and th
