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Koch?” and “Lend me a hundred marks, Herr Goldman”, and—’ He was overcome by a fit of coughing.
A girl of about sixteen came in from the hall. Erik thought she must be the Rothmanns’ daughter, Eva. He had not seen her for years. She had breasts, now, but she was still plain and
dumpy. She said: ‘Did your father let you join the Hitler Youth?’
‘He doesn’t know,’ said Erik.
‘Oh, boy,’ said Eva. ‘You’re in trouble.’
He looked from her to the consulting-room door. ‘Do you think your father’s going to come?’ he said. ‘Your mother was awfully cross with me.’
‘Of course he’ll come,’ Eva said. ‘If people are sick, he helps them.’ Her voice became scornful. ‘He doesn’t check their race or politics first.
We’re not Nazis.’ She went out again.
Erik felt bewildered. He had not expected this uniform to get him into so much trouble. At school everyone thought it was wonderful.
A moment later, Dr Rothmann appeared. Speaking to the two waiting patients, he said: ‘I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’m sorry, but a baby won’t wait to be born.’
He looked at Erik. ‘Come on, young man, you’d better ride with me, despite that uniform.’
Erik followed him out and got into the passenger seat of the Tree Frog. He loved cars and was desperate to be old enough to drive, and normally he enjoyed riding in any vehicle, watching the
dials and studying the driver’s technique. But now he felt as if he were on display, sitting beside a Jewish doctor in his brown shirt. What if Herr Lippmann should see him? The trip was
agony.
Fortunately, it was short: in a couple of minutes they were at the von Ulrich house.
‘What’s the young woman’s name?’ Rothmann asked.
‘Ada Hempel.’
‘Ah, yes, she came to see me last week. The baby’s early. All right, take me to her.’
Erik led the way into the house. He heard a baby cry. It had come already! He hurried down to the basement, the doctor following.
Ada lay on her back. The bed was soaked with blood and something else. Carla stood holding a tiny baby in her arms. The baby was covered in slime. Something that looked like thick string ran
from the baby up Ada’s skirt. Carla was wide-eyed with terror. ‘What must I do?’ she cried.
‘You’re doing exactly the right thing,’ Doctor Rothmann reassured her. ‘Just hold that baby close a minute longer.’ He sat beside Ada. He listened to her heart,
took her pulse, and said: ‘How do you feel, my dear?’
‘I’m so tired,’ she said.
Rothmann gave a satisfied nod. He stood up again and looked at the baby in Carla’s arms. ‘A little boy,’ he said.
Erik watched with a mixture of fascination and revulsion as the doctor opened his bag, took out some thread and tied two knots in the cord. While he was doing so he spoke to Carla in a soft
voice. ‘Why are you crying? You’ve done a marvellous job. You’ve delivered a baby all on your own. You hardly needed me! You’d better be a doctor when you grow
up.’
Carla became calmer. Then she whispered: ‘Look at his head.’ The doctor had to lean towards her to hear. ‘I think there’s something wrong with him.’
‘I know.’ The doctor took out a pair of sharp scissors and cut the cord between the two knots Then he took the naked baby from Carla and held him at arm’s length, studying him.
Erik could not see anything wrong, but the baby was so red and wrinkled and slimy that it was hard to tell. However, after a thoughtful moment, the doctor said: ‘Oh, dear.’
Looking more carefully, Erik could see that there was something wrong. The baby’s face was lopsided. One side was normal, but on the other the head seemed dented and there was something
strange about the eye.
Rothmann handed the baby back to Carla.
Ada groaned again, and seemed to strain.
When she relaxed, Rothmann reached under her skirt and drew out a lump of something that looked disgustingly like meat. ‘Erik,’ he said.
A girl of about sixteen came in from the hall. Erik thought she must be the Rothmanns’ daughter, Eva. He had not seen her for years. She had breasts, now, but she was still plain and
dumpy. She said: ‘Did your father let you join the Hitler Youth?’
‘He doesn’t know,’ said Erik.
‘Oh, boy,’ said Eva. ‘You’re in trouble.’
He looked from her to the consulting-room door. ‘Do you think your father’s going to come?’ he said. ‘Your mother was awfully cross with me.’
‘Of course he’ll come,’ Eva said. ‘If people are sick, he helps them.’ Her voice became scornful. ‘He doesn’t check their race or politics first.
We’re not Nazis.’ She went out again.
Erik felt bewildered. He had not expected this uniform to get him into so much trouble. At school everyone thought it was wonderful.
A moment later, Dr Rothmann appeared. Speaking to the two waiting patients, he said: ‘I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’m sorry, but a baby won’t wait to be born.’
He looked at Erik. ‘Come on, young man, you’d better ride with me, despite that uniform.’
Erik followed him out and got into the passenger seat of the Tree Frog. He loved cars and was desperate to be old enough to drive, and normally he enjoyed riding in any vehicle, watching the
dials and studying the driver’s technique. But now he felt as if he were on display, sitting beside a Jewish doctor in his brown shirt. What if Herr Lippmann should see him? The trip was
agony.
Fortunately, it was short: in a couple of minutes they were at the von Ulrich house.
‘What’s the young woman’s name?’ Rothmann asked.
‘Ada Hempel.’
‘Ah, yes, she came to see me last week. The baby’s early. All right, take me to her.’
Erik led the way into the house. He heard a baby cry. It had come already! He hurried down to the basement, the doctor following.
Ada lay on her back. The bed was soaked with blood and something else. Carla stood holding a tiny baby in her arms. The baby was covered in slime. Something that looked like thick string ran
from the baby up Ada’s skirt. Carla was wide-eyed with terror. ‘What must I do?’ she cried.
‘You’re doing exactly the right thing,’ Doctor Rothmann reassured her. ‘Just hold that baby close a minute longer.’ He sat beside Ada. He listened to her heart,
took her pulse, and said: ‘How do you feel, my dear?’
‘I’m so tired,’ she said.
Rothmann gave a satisfied nod. He stood up again and looked at the baby in Carla’s arms. ‘A little boy,’ he said.
Erik watched with a mixture of fascination and revulsion as the doctor opened his bag, took out some thread and tied two knots in the cord. While he was doing so he spoke to Carla in a soft
voice. ‘Why are you crying? You’ve done a marvellous job. You’ve delivered a baby all on your own. You hardly needed me! You’d better be a doctor when you grow
up.’
Carla became calmer. Then she whispered: ‘Look at his head.’ The doctor had to lean towards her to hear. ‘I think there’s something wrong with him.’
‘I know.’ The doctor took out a pair of sharp scissors and cut the cord between the two knots Then he took the naked baby from Carla and held him at arm’s length, studying him.
Erik could not see anything wrong, but the baby was so red and wrinkled and slimy that it was hard to tell. However, after a thoughtful moment, the doctor said: ‘Oh, dear.’
Looking more carefully, Erik could see that there was something wrong. The baby’s face was lopsided. One side was normal, but on the other the head seemed dented and there was something
strange about the eye.
Rothmann handed the baby back to Carla.
Ada groaned again, and seemed to strain.
When she relaxed, Rothmann reached under her skirt and drew out a lump of something that looked disgustingly like meat. ‘Erik,’ he said.
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