Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred Seven
1st October 1960
Tempelhof, Berlin
The cartoon was pretty brainless on the level that its intended audience would see it at. However, after a mind-numbing week of classes and the added pressure of Ben’s presence in half of them, Kiki didn’t want to think. Her mind didn’t want to cooperate though. She tried to focus on watching the slapstick cartoon penguins conducting guerilla operations from their hidden base within their enclosure in the Tiergarten Zoo interplanetary invaders that only the animals were aware of without a whole lot of success. Then the penguins were confronted with the tigress who lived in a different part of the Zoo and strongly disliked their constant intrusions into her space. Every attempt to bring their overwhelming firepower against the tigress always backfired badly and they learned once again that nothing ever went wrong with her claws when she decided to use them. The only companions of the Tigress were the eagle who roosted in the tree within her enclosure and her three cubs. The eagle believed that he was a monarch and ruled everything that he could see when he obviously didn’t. The tiger cubs were cute but terribly naïve, falling in with the convoluted plans of the penguins even at the risk of angering their mother. Today the baboons were in a debate over who they would elect to be their new leader and it was spilling out into the rest of the zoo. Kiki wondered how the studio was getting away with this cartoon. It was obvious which people that they were lampooning, and the entire thing was extremely political with jokes making fun of the Reichstag and the Military.
As the scene concluded with the penguins retreating back to their base and their leader seemingly fine until he fell into a dozen pieces in a delayed reaction to the Tigress connecting with her claws, her mind kept going back to her present situation. Doctor Berg’s idea that Zella had always disliked Ben because she was secretly jealous. What did that even mean? Berg had alluded to Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet to make her point. Roseline, Juliet’s cousin who was also Romeo’s original love interest chasing Romeo away from the balcony was easy enough to understand, but that implied that Zella had a thing for Ben. Then there was that other suggestion, Mercutio chasing off Juliet. That cast Kiki as Romeo in that scenario and many critics over the years had suggested that Mercutio was secretly in love with his best friend. That dynamic playing out in Kiki’s situation seemed rather farfetched. Kiki had known Zella since they were children and they had few secrets from each other, so she knew what her best friend’s leanings were.
The next time Kiki had seen Doctor Berg she had asked her opinion about what that all meant. Berg had just smiled and said that there was more than one type of love. What she and Zella shared was a close friendship, almost familial in nature. Berg thought that Zella was jealous because she thought that Ben or someone like him might steal away her sister of sorts. Later that week the subject had come up when Kiki had been talking to Aurora and Aurora had laughed about it. She said that Kiki needed to be a bit more observant because there were few things that aggravated her friends more than having to deal with her Highness, Princess Kristina once she had made up her mind and wouldn’t listen to anyone else about what she was doing. Then Aurora had pointed out something that Kiki had never cared enough to notice before. How many friends did Zella really have besides them? Sure, there were the acquaintances, the Rock & Rollers and people she had met along the way, but none of them ever got to see who Zella was when she let her guard down. Before she had met Kiki and Aurora, Zella’s tendency towards rash actions had caused her to be boxed out by her classmates in primary school.
Santa Rosa, California
After catching up with work in Washington DC, Gloria had decided that spending a few days in California with Jonny not thinking about a whole lot of anything was just what she needed. Jonny had seen it as a great opportunity to show her one of the regional treasures that few outside of that corner of California knew about.
The Harvest Fair was not at all what Gloria had been expecting when Jonny had invited her to come to it with him. She had been expecting a whole lot of the sorts of things that involved falling off a turnip truck, or something equally hokey. Instead, the expanse of the Sonoma County Fairgrounds was filled with halls packed with every sort of produce imaginable. Then there were the showcases of the artistic products of vintners, brewers, cheese makers and who knew what else. A glass of wine, a live chicken and as many apples as one could carry were all easy to find. Presently, Gloria was sipping a glass of wine and had a bag of apples. She had passed on the chicken. Sitting in the shade of a covered picnic area they were eating apple slices with fresh baked sour-dough bread and white cheddar cheese.
The wine was surprisingly good, rivaling anything she had tasted in Italy or France. Looking at the label the bottle Gloria asked, “Where is Kenwood?”
“Over towards Sonoma” Jonny replied, “Just an intersection, a few houses, a school and a church.”
“I saw a lot of places like that in the south-eastern corner of Germany when I was there last week” Gloria said.
“What took you out there?”
“The same story I’ve been working on for the last couple years” Gloria said, “The updates to the biography of the Countess have gotten a lot more interesting now that I have her cooperation.”
“I would be careful though” Jonny said, “She is probably feeding you a lot of self-serving information.”
“Do you really think she is doing that?” Gloria asked.
“It’s what I would do” Jonny replied.