Chapter Eight Hundred Seventy-Five
5th December 1950
Havana, Cuba
The bar had closed a couple hours earlier, but Doug was sitting on the balcony watching the ocean as first signs of sunrise appeared in the eastern sky. The bartender had sold him the bottle before closing, one of the good things about Cuba was that the rum was cheap. The result was that Doug was able to maintain enough of a buzz to avoid deeper thought. It wasn’t working though.
“Your mother had to be sedated, I hope you’re pleased with yourself” Malcolm said joining Doug on the balcony, “I’ve been trying to get her to get help on her own. You know that?”
“You know as well as I do that she wasn’t going to seek help without a kick to the head” Doug said, “When Kat learned that everyone was coming to Havana she said that I needed to…”
“Stop” Malcolm said, “Just stop Douglas, the fact that you and your wife planned this ambush is not something that I need to be reminded of. You used to know how to be tactful.”
“The Soviet Front burnt that out of me, I guess” Doug replied.
“More like the people who surrounded you. From what I’ve seen the Mischners don’t beat around the bush” Malcolm said as he took the bottle from Doug and took a drink. “You earned the respect of that outfit you were with, even if you weren’t one of them. I heard reports of you being there in the middle of the fighting, all the way from Silesia to Moscow.”
Doug just shrugged.
“Johannes von Mischner is known for being a tough customer” Malcolm said, “He wouldn’t have tolerated you marrying his sister without that respect.”
“Like if she would have given him a say on the matter.”
“Still, you and Katherine kept her pregnancy secret last summer when we were there” Malcolm said, “You came directly after her last night. That seems to be the path of most confrontation.”
“That was not the intention” Doug said, “Kat is terrified and in denial. She was putting in twelve-hour days on behalf of the Kaiserin just a couple weeks ago until she had to have her doctor order her to stop.”
“Are you kidding?” Malcolm asked.
“No, it’s why she didn’t come with me. She’s having to have a specialist stand over her at all times to get her to take care of herself.”
“If that is what it takes, I guess.”
“She didn’t want to hear the sort of comments Mama’am was going to make that was why she told me not to say anything” Doug said, “She accuses Kat of promiscuity when the truth is that it took Kat years to be able to trust me enough to not flinch away when I touch her. Kat still has rules about how I can approach her, never from behind or by surprise, because she fears that she might hurt me.”
“And if Margot asked anything questioning the legitimacy of your child?” Malcolm asked.
“Kat would have cut her throat before she completed the sentence.”
New York City, New York
“This is a bit too rich, Mrs. Ashworth” Gia said as she looked at one of the dishes on the breakfast table, “A lot more sugar and salt than I’m used to. Is this made from cream?”
“Really?” Penelope replied, “I suppose there is a reason you’re so thin.”
Gia had never thought of it that way.
The prior afternoon Gia had found herself nodding off as she had listened to the others discuss the plans for what she would need to be doing in the coming weeks and months. Hubert Ashworth had noticed and had her sent to his house. Waking up in the Brownstone after sleeping for almost twelve hours. Now, she was discussing the differences between the breakfast here and the one that she might have enjoyed at home with Penelope Ashworth, Hubert’s wife who was at least twenty years younger than him. Gia had stopped being annoyed by the ways of powerful men long ago when she had realized that she would be constantly annoyed if she did that.
“You made the front page, Jehane” Hubert said walking in.
Penelope took the newspaper from him, “Not a bad picture” She said, before handing Gia the paper. It was her coming down the movable staircase, to her shock she looked like the sort of glamourous figure Jack had tried to say she was.
Grand Duchess Jehane Alexandra Lukichna of Russia Arrives in America Read the headline, to her relief it was below the fold.
“There are a number of social invitations as well” Hubert said, “The only one that we should respond to right away is the one from the Russian Society, they are seldom inclined to take no for an answer.”
Before Gia had left Berlin, Kira had arranged for her to be briefed by the BND regarding what she could expect here in America. She had been expressly warned about groups like the very one that Hubert had just mentioned. Those founded by anti-Bolsheviks and exiles from the White factions. They had their own interests and agendas that where not necessarily in line with her own.
“I heard you say last night that you expect this to last for months” Gia said, “My adopted sister is expecting a baby in February, we need to arrange for me to be there for her.”
“I’m sure that it could be arranged” Hubert said, “A question that I have for you, that you fell asleep before you could answer. You abandoned your studies to come here.”
Gia hated that she had needed to do that.
“I did, midway through the winter term” Gia answered, “Again.”
“Again?” When Penelope asked that Gia realized she had said that last part aloud.
“I spent a term in a Russian convent caring for orphans” Gia said, that was a bit embarrassing. Especially because that was how Kira had punished her for running off.
“Really” Hubert asked surprised, “Why didn’t you say anything about that sooner?”
Because she hated being Saint Alexandra, Gia thought to herself but didn’t say aloud.
“She’s modest, Hubert” Penelope said, “And if she needs to continue her education here then I’m sure arrangements can be made.”
Greta had told her once that sometimes she needed to just let people think what they wanted to. This was one of those times and if she could go to university here and not lose any more time then that would suit her well.