German, English, Storyteller, Interesting, Multiple Accents
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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the Lion's Den Family drama in Hitler's Berlin in the 1930s by Ian Dempsey Chapter eight Wednesday October 12, 1932, Shamus popped his head into his uncle's office film. It was on the phone and motioned for his nephew to sit down. He finished up the call. What's that little smile on your face helmet said, I'm going to lunch. I'm meeting a young lady. You don't waste any time, do you, the older man said, and slapped the desk value. Taking this young lady. She suggested the roman issues cafe on Kirsten. Damn! I know it. Is she an artist? A dancer. Best of luck. Don't hurry back. Take your time. Sheamus stood up and pointed to his watch. Lunch is in an hour. I'll be back then. No helmet said, and put his feet up. You came in two hours early this morning that gives you three hours. Don't argue with me, won't even if it doesn't go well, walk around and take in the sights. Shamus smiled and scratched his head. I'm not drinking and I'll be back to finish out the day if you insist. Let me know how it goes. He said, It's been so long since I met up with a young lady in a cafe. I live vicariously through you, shamus laughed. I'll see you later. He walked out of his uncle's office into his car outside 10 minutes early. He took a moment to adjust his tie and smooth down the sleeves of his blazer before he made his way toward the roman issues cafe. So first and Don was a hive of activity and he had to zigzag through cars and bikes as he crossed the boulevard, his palms were wet and he took a handkerchief out of his pocket to dry them off before proceeding toward the impressive gray building that housed the cafe. He took a seat outside facing the street and the impressive view of the busy avenue. He tried to think about something other than lisa, to calm his nerves. Michael and Maureen both took their entrance exams for secondary school the day before. Michael was uncertain about how he did and went to bed upset that night. He may have failed. Maureen showed her usual confidence bordering on arrogance in declaring the test easy, he was sure both kids would pass. It was always a rockier road with Michael when it came to school at least it had been before he left two years ago. The Children didn't seem to have changed as much as he thought they might in that time. They were still versions of him and Marie with parts of his parents mixed in, making, trying to understand them even more challenging. A waiter came and Shamus ordered a coffee. Everyone around him seemed to be drinking beer. That would help his nerves, but he didn't want the workers to smell it on his breath. After lunch. The last time he did anything like this, he was Maureen's age. He had no experience at romance is an adult, a magnificent Gothic church stood across the street and he stood and craned his neck up to look at the spire as it ascended towards the heavens. Berlin was so different from America, where almost everything was new. The present seemed intertwined with history here, to the point where it was almost impossible to see where one ended and the other began. The archaic was unavoidable. He sat back down in his seat and tried to ignore the fact that lisa was already two minutes late, the waiter came back with his drink and asked if he'd like to see a menu shame has told him that he was waiting for a friend. And the young waiter bowed and walked away. Dozens of people sat around him chatting and laughing only he sat alone. His thoughts drifted back to the conversation he had had with his cousin two days before. It was clear she wanted to purge the factory work force of anyone. She didn't consider worthy of working there. Shamus agreed with her about one thing. The factory did seem like Germany and microcosm With different political beliefs vying against one another. But unlike the nazis, he wasn't interested in trying to crush opposing views as long as the workers behaved and the factory remained profitable. Helmet wouldn't get rid of anyone. No matter what Helga advocated. Time wore on. He almost finished his coffee lisa's worries about being too much trouble and her warning him about being late came into his mind. Perhaps. She'd only been stringing him along or made the decision that she was indeed too troublesome for him. He knew where she worked, but what was the point in going to the club if she didn't want to see him? He looked out onto the street as a large tram pulled up. He watched the people getting off, scanning their faces, but it moved off and he was still alone. It was almost 1:30 now and he was starting to feel like an old fool. He stared out at the traffic, his mind devoid of thought when a voice interrupted him. Anything good out there lisa said. She was standing beside the table, dressed in a floral dress. She took off her coat and beret and held him in her arms as she waited for him to answer. Several men at tables nearby were staring at her. I was beginning to think you weren't going to show, he said. It took me a while to make up my mind as to whether or not I would, I'm going to pretend you're joking and just offer you a seat. He stood up and walked around to pull out her chair. She sat down opposite him. I'm sorry, I kept you waiting, she said. He wanted to hear that she had a solid excuse and that it wasn't just a case of her making up her mind, But she didn't offer one. The waiter appeared again, breaking the slight air of awkwardness that had descended. Lisa ordered a beer shamus, smiled as he asked for another cup of coffee. I don't usually drink at lunchtime, he said, a good choice considering your new job.