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to talk about something or when she simply needed his silent company.
    “It’s already two o’clock.” Pia got up. “I think I’ll jump in the shower and then go to bed.”
    “I’ll be finished here soon.” Christoph stood up, too. “I just have to clean up the kitchen.”
    Pia grabbed his wrist, and he stopped and looked at her.
    “Thank you,” she said quietly.
    “What for?”
    “For being you.”
    He smiled. She loved the way he smiled.
    “That’s all I have to give,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her. She snuggled up to him and felt his lips on her hair. And for a moment, everything was all right.
    *   *   *
    “We’re going to Uncle Richard’s, just you and me,” said Papa, motioning her over. “Then you can ride the pony and open your presents.”
    Oh yes, she wanted to ride the pony! And all by herself with Papa, without Mama and her brothers and sisters! She was happy and excited. She’d been to Uncle Richard’s only a couple of times with Papa, but it was strange that she couldn’t quite remember the house or the ponies. She was looking forward to it immensely, because Papa was also taking along the lovely new dress that she had tried on but never worn until now.
    She looked at herself in the mirror, touched her fingertips to the little red hood on her head, and laughed. The dress was a real dirndl, with a short skirt and apron. Papa had plaited her hair into two braids, and she really looked exactly like Little Red Riding Hood in her fairy-tale book.
    He always brought presents—it was a secret that she and Papa shared, because he never brought anything for the others. Only for her. She was his favorite. Mama had gone away with her siblings, so Papa had her all to himself.
    “Did you bring something for me?” she asked curiously, because the big paper shopping bag was still bulging.
    “Of course.” He gave her a conspiratorial smile. “Here, do you want to take a look?”
    She nodded eagerly. He took another dress out of the paper bag. It was red, and the material felt cool and very soft under her fingers.
    “A princess dress for my little princess,” he said. “And I bought you some matching shoes, too. Red ones.”
    “Oh, awesome! Can I peek?”
    “No, later. We have to go. Uncle Richard is waiting for us.”
    She let him pick her up, snuggling close. She loved his deep voice and the scent of pipe tobacco on his clothes.
    A little later, they were sitting in his car. They drove for quite a while, and she got excited whenever she saw something she recognized. It was a game that she always played with Papa when they were together on a secret outing. That’s what he called it, because she couldn’t tell her siblings, or they’d be jealous.
    Finally, the road came to an end after passing through the woods to a clearing where there was a big wooden house with a porch and green shutters.
    “That looks just like the one in my fairy-tale book!” she cried excitedly, and she was delighted to see the ponies in the meadow in front of the house.
    “Can I take a ride now?” She was fidgeting on the seat.
    “Of course.” Papa laughed and parked the Mercedes next to a couple of other cars. There was always something going on at Uncle Richard’s, and that made her happy, too, because they were all friends of Papa and had brought presents and candy for her.
    She got out of the car and ran over to the ponies, who let her pet them. Uncle Richard came out and asked which pony she wanted to ride. She liked the white one the best. His name was Fluff; she remembered that now. How sad that she knew the pony’s name but couldn’t remember anything about what the house looked like inside.
    After half an hour, they went inside. Papa’s and Uncle Richard’s friends were there. They all said a cheerful hello and admired her dirndl and red hood. She turned around to show it off and laughed.
    “Okay, now take off the dirndl.” Papa put the shopping bag on the table and took out