The Twins. Sheldon Cohen
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anyhow. Never.”
“I didn’t hear about the money yet.”
“The minute I see you carrying your baby away, I’ll put the money in your hand. We say goodbye and then we don’t see each other any more. You’ll be leaving in a few days, and I’ll be getting a baby room ready, and we’ll both start taking care of our kid.”
CHAPTER 14
Now it was Werner’s turn to talk to Brigid. When he arrived home, she was at work in the kitchen preparing lunch. She looked up and saw Werner with a wide grin on his face. “You look like you’ve got something to say,” she said.
“Do I ever. Forget what you’re doing and sit down. I don’t want you standing when you hear this.”
“What?” asked Brigid, twisting her apron strings.
“Your son is here.”
“My son!” both hands closed over her mouth.
“Yes.”
At the news, she stood up and walked excitedly around the room. “But the baby wasn’t due for another month.”
“The pastor got in touch with me. She delivered early.”
“Oh, my God,” she screamed as she leaped in her husband’s arms. Then alarmed she backed off and asked, “Is the baby alright?”
“Pastor Braun said that they’re going to have to watch the babies for a few days. But he was sure they’d be alright.”
“Babies? They? What are you saying?”
“You’re right. I got ahead of myself. Let’s get that out right at the start. They’re twin boys.”
Brigid’s eyes opened wide. She put her hand to her mouth and stared at Werner.
“Let me tell you the whole story. There’s a lot I found out and you got to know it all.”
“Oh, my God.”
Werner told Brigid the identical story that Alfred told Helene, only it was Alfred that had the affair with Frieda.
Brigid sat staring blank-eyed, absorbed in the tale. When Werner finished she stammered, “But twins? I don’t know what to think now. I’m…uh…I didn’t prepare myself for twins. I’m not…I…”
“I know. Me neither. So I went and had it out with Alfred.”
“What do you mean ‘had it out?’”
“I just laid it all out on the table. I told him the whole story just like I told you. I told him that I knew I was probably going to adopt a baby that could be his, but now that there are twins everything changed, and he should take one of the boys, and we take one, and he goes to the United States, and we stay here, and everyone’s happy.”
“I can’t believe any of this. What did he say?”
“Believe me it’s true. We had quite a go around, but then he said he would talk to Helene and let me know.”
“And he let you know?”
“Yeah. He said yes. In a few days, we are going to get the babies. He will bring his home, and I will bring ours home. He will leave soon to the United States and we will start furnishing our son’s room. If you see Helene, do not say a word. It would wreck everything.”
“My God. This is amazing. It’s hard to believe what’s happened.”
“I couldn’t make up a story like this. Do you want your son?”
“I want a son more then anything else in the world.”
“You’ll have him soon.”
CHAPTER 15
Werner had two remaining problems. First, Pastor Braun would assume Werner and Helene would take the twins. Werner decided that he would tell the pastor that Alfred had taken one of the boys. By then Alfred would be across an ocean and the pastor would have no options to do anything about it. After all, a man can do whatever he wants with his children, including sending one of them to a relative across the ocean. As far as Ludwig was concerned, he would tell him the story. He knew he could rely on his father.
The day arrived to pick up their children. Both Brigid and Helene wanted to make the trip, but Werner and Alfred insisted they stay home and await the surprise of their lives. It was a cloudy and cold May morning when Werner and Alfred took the train to Munich. Werner had spoken to Pastor Braun who gave him all the details. The children would be ready for their arrival, and Werner would get a list of instructions regarding the care of the babies.
The brothers took the trip in silence and deep in thought. The cold dreary day reflected their feelings. They both understood that their impending separation would be permanent. Although there was tension between them before they boarded the train, Alfred asked, “Have you got the money?” Saying nothing, Werner opened a small suitcase and let Alfred look in. There it was.
“What did you think about changing your name and making a new start in America?”
“I talked to Helene. She has no problem with it.”
“Did you pick one out yet?”
“Not yet. We’re going to talk it over on the boat. Anyhow, why would you want to know? You made it sound like we’ll never see each other again because of our little secret.”
“You’re right. It’s none of my business. But you’re my brother you know and I wish you the best of luck in America. I hope you have a lot of success.”
“Sure, Werner. I hope you can keep the farm going, too.”
They were quiet the rest of the way. Alfred looked out the window as the flatlands gave way to low rolling hills, forests, and small shimmering lakes. Then the train turned south, and Alfred could see the hazy, blue-grey mountains looming in the distance. It was an impressive sight. He was glad that he would be in Virginia where he had heard the mountains would surround him, although not as high and majestic as the Alps.
They arrived at Angel Sentinel and went to the administrator’s office where Werner signed some papers. The administrator told him how his act of charity today is God directed, and God will bless him and his sons as soon as the babies were in his grasp. After receiving full written instructions, Werner and Alfred went into another room where two nurses in white nun’s habits were sitting on rocking chairs holding two sleeping babies.
They were so tiny that Werner and Alfred stopped walking and looked at each other. But they soon regained their composure. They each were given one of the twins and stared into their faces. They looked back and forth at both of the children and were amazed at the extreme likeness. The baby’s heads were almost bald except for sparse light hair. At times their lips moved as if they were sucking. Looking first at one and then the other was no different from looking at one baby and then looking at the same baby’s image in the mirror. It was as if one had double vision. Even their movements were alike, and at times, their sucking would occur in unison.
“They both have similar birth marks,” said one of the nurses.
“Where?” asked Werner.
The nurse opened the blankets and lifted up their tiny undershirts and their right arms and showed Werner and Alfred a tan, pigmented area about two centimeters in length located on the back lateral chest wall just under the right shoulder blade.
“I don’t know how you’ll ever be able to tell them apart. They are the most identical twins I’ve ever seen,” said the other nurse.
“Do we have to do anything about this birthmark?” asked Werner.
“No. They can keep it for one-hundred years,” said the first nurse.
“Are they healthy?”
“The