landed on the floor.
âGotta finish packing!â Elena cried, darting up from the table as dinner drew to a close.
âCooks donât have to clean up!â Valerie reminded us joyfully as she followed her sister up the stairs.
Joe and I stayed behind to face the kitchen, which looked as if it had never been clean before in the history of the world. Towers of pans andbowls created their own skyline on the counter, and red splotches accented the tile on the walls. Not for nothing do they call that tile a backsplash.
âDid those two make another dinner that we donât know about?â Joe wondered mournfully.
The next day, we drove Valerie and Elena back to school. The whole trip was one long, animated gossip session. It would have been easier for Joe and me to follow if half the girls hadnât had overlapping names.
âWait!â I said. âIs that the Gabrielle who slipped on the grass last year and dislocated her thumb?â
âNo, no!â Elena replied. âYouâre talking about Gabrielle Theiss. This is Gabrielle Hermann, whose brother Timo is the sailing instructor.â
âOkay . . .â
âYou remember,â Valerie prompted. âYou know about Gabrielle. Sheâs the one with the baby brother who hit his head on theââ
âFrau Hermann is hilarious!â interrupted Elena. âGabrielle told me she sat the kids down one day and told them sheâd read an article that teenage boys think about sex every seven seconds. And she says, âI want to talk to you all about this,â and the girls, you know, theyâre giggling, but the boys are just
bright
red, just staring a hole through the wall like theyâre getting tortured. And Frau Hermann waits, but they donât say a word, so she says, âTimo? Matthias? Well, what do you think?â And Matthias jumps up and says, âI am
not
having this conversation,â and he bolts out the door!â
That made me laugh. But then I registered something unusual. Both girls had actually stopped talking. I glanced at the backseat and found that they were looking at me expectantly.
âWell?â Elena prodded.
âWell what?â
âWell?
Do
boys think about sex every seven seconds?â
Joe flicked a glance at me out of the corner of his eye, but I knew he wasnât about to field this one. I thought for a minute. It was my policy to try to give a good answer to every question, if only so that the girls would keep asking me things.
âThink about Matthiasâs reaction,â I suggested. âThink about what the boys did.â
There was a pause. Elena said, âI donât get it.â
âWell,â I said, âdid they deny it?â
âCriminy! Youâre right!â Valerie said. âIf it was wrong, they would have just
said
it was wrong. They would have said, âHey, Mom, thatâs stupid.ââ
âSo itâs true?â Elena said. And she and Valerie burst out laughing. âOh, I canât
wait
,â Elena said, âI canât
wait
to tell Gabrielle!â
We drove through massive Cologne, over the wide gray Rhine River, and took the turn off the highway onto curving country roads. Once again, we threaded our way along the steep little streetâmore of a driveway, reallyâup to the top of the hill.
âOnce, Mona and I sneaked outside after lights-out,â Elena told us as we were walking up to the dormitory, âand we surprised a hedgehog on the side of this steep part here. It rolled up into a ball, and the next thing we knew, it rolled out of sight! We could hear the poor thing squeaking all the way down the hill. Hey! Hallo, Andrea!â And Elena went racing off to give one of her friends a hug.
As Joe and I lugged suitcases and boxes from the car to the new dorm rooms, throngs and knots of girls swept by and robbed us of one or the other daughter. Then, a few minutes
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