me.
She returned to conversation with her sister. I spotted Suse. She was the only girl in our class whoâd grown breasts. In the hamstrung light of the evening my eyes settled upon her shape. Niny and Johana and I swam our bodies content while all along I tracked my whereabouts on the banks of the Elbe, always knowing where in the water Suse was. I found myself at dayâs end resting on that birch-wood dock, next to Suse and Niny.
Niny had always been my favorite. Weâd taken long train rides to visit the other Weisberg cousins outside of Debrecen, Hungary, when we were little. We would play games, seeing who could count all the yellow sunflowers outside the train window. By the oxbow behind Brüder Weisberg it was always Niny who would walk upstream from the mill wheel to explore the dark woods that sat a couple hundred feet above our land. Ninyâs presence provided me confidence in speaking with Suse each time she returned to shore. I said, âYouâre coldâletâs put a towel around you.â She only greeted me and then returned to conversation with Niny. I listened. They were talking about their Czech history class.
âBratislava was once the capital of Hungary,â I said.
Suse just looked at Niny, not knowing how to respond, not knowing really what I was talking about. Niny laughed at me. She knew if she was too much in my corner, it might tip Suse to my desires. Suse followed her lead and laughed, too. She was not snobbish or curt about it, which gave her a new power over me.
Soon we were all dressed. An early-evening moon stood sentinel over us, lucid in the receding sky. The banks of the Elbe were suddenly new to me, the fields of some distant planet weâd been transported to. Flies lifted out of the low grass in ululating swarms as if shaken off the earthâs floor by the vibrating strength of my desire. A low waft of fragrant pollen rose in the night air. Johana joined Niny at a game of cards. I stared up at the purpling sky. The sun was too far behind the western bank of the river and the trees for us to see it set.
Across the way Suse was out of sight. She had trekked off to the stand of trees away from the river. I walked to the cusp of the wood, on the other edge of the purple tamarisk blossoms, where sheâd gone to pack her swimsuit. She heard me coming. I said, âI believe Iâm in love with you.â Something in my honesty held her there long enough for me to speak again. âBut I can see youâre not interested in me.â
A sudden wave of shyness overtook me. I turned away. Behind us the setting sun threw its light onto our little mountain Radobyl. The breeze was slow at my back. It was so close to dark now, I thought there might not be time to await Suseâs answer. Then, a couple of steps away, I heard the crunching of footsteps on early-spring wood fall.
Suseâs hand was at my back.
I closed my eyes and pushed my lips hard against hers. Suse kept her mouth open while stroking my neck with just the tips of her fingers. Her tongue felt huge against mine, covered in bumps at its side, which presented in my mind the image of a large squid. She pulled me toward her as if she were the man, something I could imagine her father, Vladek, doing to her mother, something I knew in my bones already would have been wholly out of character for my father.
When the sound of crackling branches came again I was so caught in our dark vertigo that I didnât react. Suse was not so intoxicated. She broke away and we turned to see that twenty feet from us a boy from one of the older classes at the gymnasium, whom Iâd seen many times but whose name I did not know, was looking at us. My hand had been snaking up under Suseâs shirt and had almost found its way to its goal.
He pointed at us and in his loudest voice said, âLittle Suse is kissing the Yid from the leather factory! Suse and the Yid, kissing in the trees!â
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