Broken Lullaby Page #2

Nearly six feet.

But he was such a puppy!

Prancing round, always falling over things.

And always hungry.

It's a wonderful thing

to watch a growing boy eat.

How he liked cinnamon cake!

How did you know?

He was always around my kitchen

Saturdays when I baked.

He never told me.

He loved it.

How do you make cinnamon cake?

Well, you take a cup of flour

and a half a cup of shortening

and a dash of baking powder

and two cups of sugar...

Two? Ah... I always use one.

Oh, well...

I'll know better next time.

Don't cry anymore, my dear.

They must be somewhere,

our boys,

and I'm sure they can see us.

I don't think they'd like us

to be crying all the time.

We must learn not to weep

and to love what we have left.

There are so many years ahead of us.

Father, you had a hard day today?

No, no, no. Wonderful day.

Everything was fine. Great day.

Marvelous soup.

You know?

I think good times are coming back again.

Why, the whole town

is beginning to look different!

You should see the things in the shops now!

Why, yes, you'd hardly believe

there was ever a war!

That's the truth, isn't it?

So...

Good evening

Want to see the doctor?

Yes.

Someone to see the doctor.

I told him, "The doctor is having dinner".

You shouldn't send pople away

I didn't. I just said,

"The doctor is having dinner".

However, I said,

"I can talk with the doctor, and, maybe..."

but he said, "No".

He'll come back some other time.

Peculiar...

Coming here to see the doctor

and then doesn't want to see the doctor.

Seemed to be rather relieved.

Ssssh.

Frulein!

A Frenchman.

He's been here before.

Twice.

I got suspicious of him,

so I talked to him.

You know what he did?

He gave me a tip!

Ten francs. French money!

Doctor Holderlin?

Yes, yes, come in.

Come in, come in, sit down!

Doctor, doctor, I don't know how I...

Just a moment, please!

Be seated.

Name?

Paul Renard.

Paul Renard.

Address?

Hotel Gstehaus.

Ah, a stranger here, huh?

Yes.

Where are you from?

Paris.

Frenchman?

Yes.

A Frenchman?

Yes, I am.

It can't be possible!

Let me look at...

It's hard to realise,

a Frenchman sitting here under my own roof.

Get out!

Get out of my house!

No, I came here to see you

and I'm going to see you.

You have to listen to me,

you must!

Oh, France is talking, huh!

Victorious France

dictating, giving orders.

Doctor, hear me out.

You must understand!

Understand? There can be

no understanding between you and me.

Millions of dead lie between us,

a dead world.

You were a soldier

for three years

and you're alive.

You killed Germans

-I...

-Stop!

The French killed him.

To me, every Frenchman is the murderer of my son!

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