my eyes!” Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she made no move to wipe them away. “The same, chéri, you look the same. I would know you anywhere. How I’ve missed you, my friend. I’m so sorry that I’ve called upon you like this, but I had…Forgive me, Daniel, my manners are atrocious. Daniel, this is Philippe, my son, and, of course, you remember Yvette.” The boy nodded curtly and turned his back to his mother. Mickey looked at Daniel and shrugged helplessly.
Her arm around Daniel’s shoulders, Mickey led him to the table, where she offered him food. Yvette was already setting a place for him. “It’s not much,” Mickey said apologetically.
“The last thing I had to eat was a raw potato, skin and all, several days ago.” He did his best to ignore Philippe’s stormy eyes as he wolfed down the food.
“A good, soapy bath,” Yvette said, her eyes on Philippe. “You, young man, find some clean clothes for Daniel and some strong boots.”
The moment Daniel finished the last bite on his plate, Mickey leaned across the table. Her eyes were swimming with tears. “I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world, Daniel. I thought I would never see you again. He does answer our prayers, I know He does. You are the proof. A day didn’t go by that I didn’t think of you and Reuben. Ah, the tears I shed, they would fill a river. Tell me, what do you think of my son?” she asked in a trembling voice.
“He looks to be a fine young man, Mickey, so like Reuben it’s spooky. Why didn’t you tell us? You never wrote, you…My graduation, how do I thank you for that?”
Mickey dismissed the statement with a wave of her hand. “No thanks are required, my friend. When one gives, one gives from the heart, out of love. I couldn’t tell you or Reuben. He was all I had after you left. He’s a fine young man. Right now he’s angry because he suspects why you are here. He wants to stay here and join the French Army and fight Germans. He believes he is French, at least half French. I’ve told him Reuben is his father, but he believes, I…could never tell him I’m not his mother. He…he doesn’t know about Bebe. He does know that Reuben is married to her, but not…I couldn’t, Daniel, it would have been like ripping the heart out of my chest. Tell me you understand, tell me you forgive me.”
“Mickey, I can forgive you anything,” Daniel said sincerely.
“The years have been kind to you, old friend.”
“And to you. You’re as beautiful as ever. Reuben…”
“You must tell me—how is he? I can’t stand it another minute, chéri, how is my darling?”
“Right this minute I’d say he is one very angry man.” Daniel quickly told her how he’d managed to make the trip with the help he received from his friends. “I know Reuben is sitting in my office right now waiting for news. He has never forgotten you, Mickey, and I think I can truthfully say he loves you now as much as he loved you when he left here. I don’t think he’s done a single thing over the past years without first wondering if you would approve. Everything was for you, to prove himself. Always for you. He’s told me he booked passage here a dozen or more times, but he was so afraid of your rejection, he canceled his plans. He had no wish to cause you…what, Mickey, I don’t know…”
“And Bebe?”
“Bebe was…Bebe was a result of Reuben’s anger at you, I think. You see, he’d written this letter to you, and in his mind he gave you a certain amount of time to answer it. It was his last letter to you, if I’m not mistaken, other than the note about my graduation. He told me he poured out his heart to you and knew if you didn’t answer the letter that you wanted nothing to do with him. He told me so many times that he could understand if you were angry with him, but he couldn’t understand why you ceased communication with me. At least I understand now. But he was so tortured, so unhappy. When you didn’t respond to his letter he married Bebe. Out of defiance, never out of love. They have no marriage; they never had a marriage.”
“They have two children,” Mickey said brokenly.
“Bebe leads her life and Reuben leads his. They don’t see each other for months at a time. Bebe was away for a whole year not too long ago. Reuben has been talking about a divorce, and this time I think he means it. Do you still love him, Mickey?”
“With all my heart. That will never change.”
“What fools you both are,” Daniel said sadly. “So many years of aching and longing, of this one thinking this, and that one thinking that, and all because of pride. Do you recall once telling me that pride is the deadliest sin of all? You both could have had a wonderful life if you’d just settled things between you. So many years…” he repeated.
Mickey sighed. “Yes, I did say that, and yes, I am guilty. At the time…”
“At the time it seemed like the thing to do, and you had the baby, and then you grew fearful that either Reuben or Bebe would come and take him from you. Is that what happened?” Daniel asked gently.
“Yes,” Mickey whispered, her eyes brimming with tears. “I can’t change the past; we must speak now of the future, my friend.”
“Philippe said he knew why I was here. He’s been told, of course.”
Mickey shook her head. “I…he suspects, I can see it in his eyes, but so far he’s said nothing. Over the years I’ve explained about Reuben and told Philippe he was half Jewish. He accepted that. He doesn’t know that both his father and mother are Jewish, and that’s the reason you must take him to America. The stories, Daniel, the atrocities! Who knows if they are true…but true or not, I can’t take that chance for my son. He was becoming politically involved at the Sorbonne, poring over the newspapers, making plans. Some of his friends from school have disappeared, those who spoke the loudest. I don’t want my son to disappear or to be marched off to some labor camp. He wants to join the French Army, can you believe that?”
“Yes, I can believe it. You raised him too well, gave him the best education money could buy. What kind of person would sit still watching his countrymen killed, his country raped and plundered? Do you want a son who is a coward?”
“No, but…I’m a mother, Daniel, I want him safe—safe, do you hear me? Somewhere, someplace, there is a record of his birth. They will find it, believe me when I tell you this. The old doctor in the village helped me when Philippe was born. I have two copies of all the papers, French and American. I guess you could say he has a dual citizenship, but the Germans won’t look at it that way. You must take him away to his father. It’s all I can do.”
“The boy looks…he seems to me…what I’m trying to say is, I don’t think he’s going to go with me. He’s not a child, Mickey, we can’t force him. I thought…when you called, I assumed it was all settled.”
“It is settled. He’s going. He won’t defy me. Oh, he’ll be angry and he’ll carry on, but in the end he will leave with you. He’ll be very angry with me for a little while, and hopefully that will pass.”
“And Bebe?” Daniel asked.
Mickey swallowed past the lump in her throat. “I must leave the telling of…he will…Reuben will have to explain things. Hopefully, Reuben will tell him I…I kept him safe for a little while. He’ll know what to say.”
Daniel wasn’t so sure. The shock alone was going to rock Reuben back on his heels. Explanations were going to be difficult. He told her then of Philippe’s actions in the library.
