They bending itself.
She picks the money. Then run away.
He wants to do something already fleeing her, he wants to say something, but the only thing it is to mind: 'Goodnight.'
He hears her footsteps.
'Goodnight, Tirza,' he calls. 'goodnight. It was a nice party.'
He rubs on his head. He still shivering. If a sick.
'You have played so beautifully,' he whispers.
From the hallway calls on them gently: 'Sleep tasty, PAP.'
He hears her to run up and down stairs.
Ship's steward will still sit back as he was. Then he goes to the cello. He tries to lift up on the music stand.
The attempt failed.
The music stand is now on him, or better said: he is located under the music stand. Not able to stand, or even to move in this direction.
As he continues to lie, he has no idea how long. He realizes only after a time that he will go to the feet of his daughter looks. Tirza's feet. A few minutes, maybe longer.
They are exhausted its hands, she pulls him up. With difficulty. It certainly seems to reluctantly.
He loves her.
Whether it.
Because he is likely to fall.
Finally he is back on two legs, as a man. As a host, supported by his youngest daughter.
'You're so dirty, papa," she says. 'You're so horrible dirty.'
They coast him on his nose, his cheek, his forehead.
They are almost as large, father and daughter.
He lispelt a word, but she seems to him not to mean. Five or six times he must repeat for he sees that the to her by calls.
'Solar Queen,' he says. 'Solar Queen. Sun Queen.'
They do not let him loose, afraid if they seems to be that he will topple, that he will no longer be able to stand up, even with its aid.
And now lispelt ship's steward anything other than that one word. He has a question, he has finally found a question for the solar queen. No opinion, no cheesy joke, no practical application or they would like to let us know how she comes home, no, a real question.
'Solar Queen, why does everything so'n pain? Why does everything so very much pain?' he lispelt in her ear.
They say nothing. She shakes her head gently. The only answer she gives is that they are continuing to hold a ship's steward, in the living room, in addition to the cello and the cases music standard, while the light slowly.
They also can not. Release.
It is in the family.
Part Three — The Desert
1
On sunday evening in the third week of July will Tirza with her boyfriend from Frankfurt to Wind Angle fly. The ticket of Air Namibia is the cheapest that has been able to find them. First it was they plan per train to Frankfurt to travel, but a ship's steward has its convinced that the faster and more cozy as he taking her with the vehicle. And if they are still together a weekend in the cottage in the Betuwe, it is welcome. A weekend in the Betuwe, that is only a decent start of a trip around the world. And a nice farewell. Once all really together. Well, all, the wife does not of course. She is not invited, and IBI is long weather in France, in the inn with its dark man.
After what against sputtering Tirza has agreed. It had to ship's steward promise that he no Mohammed Atta Choukri would call. Also no Atta. With that promise she took pleasure. Anyone who goes on a trip around the world, gives his father a special surprise.
On Friday morning they leave from Amsterdam.
Ship's steward is already got up early. He wants, now it will be a weekend, performing work in the garden of the house that now over a decade acts as the home of the family ship's steward.
There are already months, he has not been the case. There are fruit trees which he in the spring due to a lack of time has not reduced. That he will now be able to do so. The grass must be mowed and here and there he will again sowing.
In the barn are looking for ship's steward the tool that he wants to carry, because it is not present in the Outdoor, or because it is actually there, but must be repaired. Or simply because of age is that it has become unusable. The parents of Jörgen ship's steward were collectors from miserliness. Discarded was fundamentally sin.
The weeding, the machine saw, a bag of seed and a spoon dragging his from the barn where he three weeks ago an evening with Ester spent, and brings them to the kitchen. An evening is too much said, a half hour, the more it will not been. Not with nostalgia or regret he thinks of Ester back, earlier with a light unease and at the same time a vague desire to its resistance to smell, which sharp fragrance of happiness.
Ester was no longer come to the change. That money could ship's steward doesn't really care about, but he wanted her to speak for Tirza's departure. He wanted to see her again themselves to declare, but is now better, more accurate, more convincing. Why he ever want to abolish the love and why that abolition for him now no longer had such a priority. But that he wanted to wish her every success with everything they abolish went. They would be saved. She was clever.
Presumably he wanted her again to give himself to convince Something, though he knew not exactly from.
Until he understood that they are not more, it would be no shopkeepers to bring back or get a bite to eat. Initially he explained himself to the inevitable. They had to do without any representations. Without a final call. He would remain in her life represented as a father who could not. A man who also no longer knew what control was, and strangely enough this is precisely that we fortunately had felt. At least felt alive. For the first time in a long time: really live.
He dared not to ask Tirza 'Say, how is it actually with those Ester without h?'
About the incident in the barn has been met with silence, over the whole party was omitted. One and a half day after it was as if it had never taken place.
But a few days after its decision to engage in the inevitable, entered in the evening he Tirza's room — she was at Atta on visit — and he searched in her stuff to the phone number of Ester. In a tray he found a list of pupils of the Vossius Gymnasium, Class 6a. Esters name sat there, with the address and phone number.
That same evening when the wife was in the bath, he phoned her from the kitchen. He was first a man on the line, probably the father. 'Met ship's steward,' he said, 'I find Ester.'
No questions were asked, no comments. He heard only: 'one time.', and a few seconds later he had Ester on the line. I really am not good point, he thought.
'Ester,' he said, 'met Jörgen ship's steward, the father of Tirza, perhaps you know who I am?'
'Yes.'
'Sorry I you interference, but i get some money from you.'
'exchange money?'
'of the taxi. I gave you a hundred euro. And you had to Amstelveen. That costs a hundred euros, not even with a taxi.'
He rubbed the worktop with his finger.
'O yes it was something of eur 40. So you will receive the 60 euro. I will talk about it?'
Also felt that he heard Tirza coming home, but it was the wind. They probably remained at Atta sleep. They always remained with him more often sleep.
'You can also give me in cash. That is why I actually prefer. Tomorrow we will drink coffee? Here in the near maybe. Opposite the old Municipal Museum is a nice cafe.'
Silence.
'Hello? Ester?'
'Yes, is good,' she said, 'morgenmiddag?'
'Four hours?'
The next day to five for four he was sitting in the cafe opposite the old urban, he was previously for from Schiphol. On the seat next to him lay his briefcase, he read the newspaper of the day before. Even old newspapers were bored him not.
To ten about four she arrived, also this time in jeans and a somewhat user axles blouse.