Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred Seventy-Seven
12th March 1962
Mitte, Berlin
As Kat left the building that housed the headquarters for KSK she was accosted by journalists shouting questions as she made her way to the car park. So much for it being a secret location, Kat thought to herself. It was something that she was unaccustomed to, but obviously word had leaked out that she had been tapped to lead the composite Division, so suddenly everyone remembered who she was. Today, that came in the form of shouted questions. It was hardly a surprise that they mostly were related to the expanding crisis in Korea and the televised address that the American President had done a few days earlier. Kat’s personal opinion was that all of this was a consequence of events that had occurred decades earlier. She remembered reading about the 1940 Presidential Election when she had been visiting Emil and Maria in Australia. That election had come down to Internationalism vs. Isolationism. She had remembered that both sides had very good reasons for their perspective. The Isolationists had won that debate and now, two decades later, they were finding that the consequences of that policy were not to their liking.
“I cannot comment on policy” Kat said, “I can only repeat what the Chancellor’s statement that we do not consider the Americans our enemies, we have shared values and history and it is deeply regrettable that their President has taken this tact.”
The Chancellor had made certain that everyone at all levels of Government were singing from the same hymnal book, with particular attention being paid to those who were considered loose cannons. Kat had been included among those loose cannons though she couldn’t think of anything that she had done to warrant such consideration.
“Will this crisis affect your plans to attend the wedding of Grand Duchess Alexandra?” One of the reporters asked.
That was something that Kat could comment on.
“There is nothing on Earth that will keep me from attending the wedding of one my sisters” Kat replied.
That resulted in more questions from the journalists as Kat walked though the gate to the secured car park. It was widely known that she had a somewhat expansive definition of who she considered her family. That included a lost Russian Princess who she had welcomed into her household.
Getting into her car, Kat turned on the ignition and music from the University Radio Station filled her car. It was the strange mutation of Surf Rock that had reached Germany over the prior year or so. The emphasis was different, that was for certain. It took a special sort to surf the waves on the North Sea. It was reflected in the music that they played, harder and grittier than their fun in sun counterparts in California. That was what she listened to as she drove out of the center of the city towards Tempelhof, rather than turn for home, she headed for the Humboldt Campus and the Teaching Hospital.
The invitation had been strange. Nora Berg had said that her usual Monday lunch appointment was going to be out of town and that Kat was welcome to meet her in Hospital Cafeteria. Kat was tempted to show up early and meet Berg in her office just to tweak her nose, but she had said that Kat had a negative effect on her patients back when Kat had been one of them.
No one gave Kat a second look as she entered the Cafeteria. It was something that was rare for her these days and it was actually welcome. After placing her order, and hopefully preempting one of Berg’s favorite tricks, Kat found the table and sat down across from the Doctor.
“How are your children Katherine?” Berg asked, not looking up from the medical journal she was reading. “Is Malcolm still having difficulty reading?”
“Yes” Kat replied with a touch of anger. “You ask around about my children?”
“I follow all the children I’ve helped bring into this world” Berg said putting the magazine down. “Yours are no different than the rest. I don’t see too many paternal twins though, so Tatiana and Malcolm do stand out in that regard.”
“Oh” Kat replied. That question was simply a matter of courtesy and there had been no ill intent behind it. Berg had been present while Kat had been in delivery in case there were complications and had been tasked by Peter Holz to make sure that Kat took proper care of herself when she had been pregnant. So, she was genuinely interested in knowing how Kat’s children were. “Malcolm is still struggling, he had Tatiana helping him cover for that for a while, but his teachers got wise to that.”
“Marie?”
“Thriving” Kat replied, “Her Kindergarten Teacher gets driven to distraction by her constantly asking questions.”
Berg found that amusing.
“And you?” Berg asked, “Any regrets about how you did things? I know that Marie was a surprise, IUDs rarely fail, but it does happen.”
“No” Kat said, “She is wonderful.”
“Good” Berg replied, “Now, about the recent amorous adventures of a young woman whose father had hoped would have a bit better sense.”
“I think that it was somewhat sensible” Kat said, “She understands the odds of her survival in the coming months and doesn’t want to die a virgin. Benjamin Hirsch cares about her and isn’t a brute, so he was a decent, although not a particularly skilled choice.”
“I worry though” Berg said, “If she was in an emotionally vulnerable state, Kiki could have been taken advantage of.”
Kat just smiled and shook her head. “According to the BII team that keeps tabs on Kiki even though she has requested not to have a full security detail, it was Kiki who came onto him.” She said, “Much to Ben’s surprise and I think that Kiki wasn’t the only one who lost her virginity last week.”
“Are you saying that we should be happy this happened?”
“No” Kat replied, “Far from it, but it was her choice, which is the important part.”