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"Yes, that is what I said--coal."
A moment later, Clay looked up at Sir Brian. "He says the U.S. Air Force can deliver anything."
The British returned to their headquarters.
On Saturday Lloyd got an army driver and went into the Soviet zone on a personal mission. He drove to the address at which he had visited the von Ulrich family fifteen years ago.
He knew that Maud was still living there. His mother and Maud had resumed correspondence at the end of the war. Maud's letters put a brave face on what was undoubtedly severe hardship. She did not ask for help, and anyway there was nothing Ethel could do for her--rationing was still in force in Britain.
The place looked very different. In 1933 it had been a fine town house, a little run down but still gracious. Now it looked like a dump. Most of the windows had boards or paper instead of glass. There were bullet holes in the stonework, and the garden wall had collapsed. The woodwork had not been painted for many years.
Lloyd sat in the car for a few moments, looking at the house. Last time he came here he had been eighteen, and Hitler had only just become chancellor of Germany. The young Lloyd had not dreamed of the horrors the world was going to see. Neither he nor anyone else had suspected how close Fascism would come to triumphing over all Europe, and how much they would have to sacrifice to defeat it. He felt a bit like the von Ulrich house looked, battered and bombed and shot at but still standing.
He walked up the path and knocked.
He recognized the maid who opened the door. "Hello, Ada, do you remember me?" he said in German. "I'm Lloyd Williams."
The house was better inside than out. Ada showed him up to the drawing room, where there were flowers in a glass tumbler on the piano. A brightly patterned blanket had been thrown over the sofa, no doubt to hide holes in the upholstery. The newspapers in the windows let in a surprising amount of light.
A two-year-old boy walked into the room and inspected him with frank curiosity. He was dressed in clothes that were evidently homemade, and he had an Oriental look. "Who are you?" he said.
"My name is Lloyd. Who are you?"
"Walli," he said. He ran out again, and Lloyd heard him say to someone outside: "That man talks funny!"
So much for my German accent, Lloyd thought.
Then he heard the voice of a middle-aged woman. "Don't make such remarks! It's impolite."
"Sorry, Grandma."
Next moment Maud walked in.
Her appearance shocked Lloyd. She was in her midfifties, but looked seventy. Her hair was gray, her face was gaunt, and her blue silk dress was threadbare. She kissed his cheek with shrunken lips. "Lloyd Williams, what a joy to see you!"
She's my aunt, Lloyd thought with a rather queer feeling. But she did not know that: Ethel had kept the secret.
Maud was followed by Carla, who was unrecognizable, and her husband. Lloyd had met Carla as a precocious eleven-year-old; now, he calculated, she was twenty-six. Although she looked half-starved--most Germans did--she was pretty, and had a confident air that surprised Lloyd. Something about the way she stood made him think she might be pregnant. He knew from Maud's letters that Carla had married Werner, who had been a handsome charmer back in 1933 and was still the same.
They spent an hour catching up. The family had been through unimaginable horror, and said so frankly, yet Lloyd still had a sense that they were editing out the worst details. He told them about Daisy, Evie, and Davey. During the conversation a teenage girl came in and asked Carla if she could go to her friend's house.
"This is our daughter, Rebecca," Carla said to Lloyd.
She was about sixteen, so Lloyd supposed she must be adopted.
"Have you done your homework?" Carla asked the girl.
"I'll do it tomorrow morning."
"Do it now, please," Carla said firmly.
"Oh, Mother!"
"No argument," said Carla. She turned back to Lloyd, and Rebecca stomped out.
They talked about the crisis. Carla was deeply involved, as a city councilor. She was pessimistic about the future of Berlin. She thought the Russians would simply starve the population until the West gave in and handed the city over to total Soviet control.
"Let me show you something that may make you feel differently," Lloyd said. "Will you come with me in the car?"
