Matthew. Life is so funny.â
Maria sneezed. âGod damn it if I now get a cold. I canât afford it from my screwed-up sick leave. I would have the time, itâs only from the stupid cutbacks, they are always hedging and hawing.â
âDarling, I know. Sometimes I feel so discouraged about the future. We were all so care ful, we were all so self less. We were going to raise the best, the freest generation of children ever known in the history of mankind. And we did. Theyâre wonderful. But sometimes I think: My God, after all, what are we? A few generations up from the monkeys, a few generations down from the trees. And monkeys! At least monkeys donât kill each other.â
Maria began sneezing spasmodically and shaking things out of her purse. âMonkeys are I think the one animal Matthew didnât ask me for yet. Yes, angel? Damn it if I canât now find even tissues, I know I have some. And also histamines. Itâs maybe only sinus and not a cold. I hope. â
âMaria, darling! Donât take anything,â Rebecca said. âIâll make you some tea. My marvelous Lapsang Souchong, youâll love it. Itâs from a wonderful couple who know everything about tea. They go all over the world looking for it and theyâve been to Ceylon and the Amazon and everywhere! Leon calls them the Teacups because their name is Kupperman and because you know Leon, I hate to say it, in some ways heâs a very conventional person. And some people might think theyâre a little bit kooky or a little bit nutty, but as far as Iâm concerned, I donât see whatâs wrong with having a special interest or with pursuing it! And thatâs something young people could learnâthat you have to pursue things and social change doesnât come overnight.â
âWe had I think chamomile tea, I donât know what,â Maria called out as Rebecca went off through the door to the kitchen. âIt was from some kind of roots, you can pick them. Not real tea. Also not real coffee, my cousin Klaus used always to complain that he missed his bean coffee. We made it from hickory. Chicory? I donât know what. Real coffee, bean coffee I had first when I went to West Berlin. It tasted to me, I donât know what, funny. I had first to get used to it.â
âThatâs exactly what Iâve always said, Maria! You can get used to anything. And it has nothing to do with age! Some people, even if theyâre young, can get stuckâin a rutâand thatâs it! And other people can go on and onâchanging. Exploring. Look at me! If I can adapt, at my age, to living in a freezing house, without any heat, with no one around and isolated in the country. Without even a stove working properly! And it isnât as if the builder didnât have time, God knows I called him enough times.â Rebeccaâs voice suddenly got louder as she came in carrying a tray. She said, âAnyway, what can I do?â
âThatâs a beautiful teapot,â Louise said. It was delicate hand-painted chinaâpale flowers on a black backgroundâand contrasted oddly with the heavy brown clay mugs.
âThank you, darling.â Rebecca beamed. âItâs an antique, but I didnât have the heart to part with it, so I decided, What the hell! Iâll call it a fringe benefit.â She looked at Louise for the first time and, immediately turning to Maria, said, âWeil? You said her name is Weil? Is she related to the perfume people? Because we met them in Greeceâin one of those marvelous ruins, it was in the middle of a downpour and there was no place to take shelter.â
The Kuppermans, a slightly kooky, slightly nutty couple, were tramping through the tropical underbrush of an out-of-the-way Caribbean island. They were both wearing high boots and safari suits, having learned from long experience to be prepared for anything when they were