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She hit him again, even harder.
He slumped to the floor, unconscious. Maud moved out of the way of his falling body, and sat upright against the wall, holding her chest.
Carla raised the pot again.
Maud screamed: "No! Stop!"
Carla put the pot down on the kitchen table.
Joachim moved, trying to rise.
Ada seized the pot and hit him again, furiously. Carla tried to grab her arm but she was in a mad rage. She battered the unconscious man's head again and again until she was exhausted, and then she dropped the pot to the floor with a clang.
Maud struggled to her knees and stared at Joachim. His eyes were wide and staring. His nose was twisted sideways. His skull seemed to be out of shape. Blood came from his ear. He did not appear to be breathing.
Carla knelt beside him, put her fingertips to his neck, and felt for a pulse. There was none. "He's dead," she said. "We've killed him. Oh, my God."
Maud said: "You poor, stupid boy." She was crying.
Ada, panting with effort, said: "What do we do now?"
Carla realized they had to get rid of the body.
Maud struggled to her feet with difficulty. The left side of her face was swelling. "Dear God, it hurts," she said, holding her side. Carla guessed she had a cracked rib.
Looking down at Joachim, Ada said: "We could hide him in the attic."
Carla said: "Yes, until the neighbors start to complain about the smell."
"Then we'll bury him in the back garden."
"And what will people think when they see three women digging a hole six feet long in the yard of a Berlin town house? That we are prospecting for gold?"
"We could dig at night."
"Would that seem less suspicious?"
Ada scratched her head.
Carla said: "We have to take the body somewhere and dump it. A park, or a canal."
"But how will we carry it?" said Ada.
"He doesn't weigh much," said Maud sadly. "So slim and strong."
Carla said: "It's not the weight that's the problem. Ada and I can carry him. But somehow we have to do it without arousing suspicion."
Maud said: "I wish we had a car."
Carla shook her head. "No one can get petrol anyway."
They were silent. Outside, dusk was falling. Ada got a towel and wrapped it around Joachim's head, to prevent his blood staining the floor. Maud cried silently, the tears rolling down a face twisted in anguish. Carla wanted to sympathize but first she had to solve this problem.
"We could put him in a box," she said.
Ada said: "The only box that size is a coffin."
"How about a piece of furniture? A sideboard?"
