Months had passed since the horrific ordeal at St. Albertus Magnus and since Father Kiesler had been hospitalized. He was back at the rectory and had returned to his duties. They saw each other on Saturdays when he visited Mrs. Wiesenthal and during the week when she was on campus but it wasn’t enough. They went for walks together during recess but she dared not go to the rectory because it brought back memories of Gracelyn attacking her on her way back to the dorm.
They couldn’t go to their secret place because it was boarded up and besides, it was no longer a haven but the place where both of them could have been killed. Where could they go to be completely alone? When they went for their walks, they had to go among the shrubs or very far from the school where they could kiss. It was torture not being able to make love like they used to. The most they could do was hold hands and kiss when they were sure that no one could see them.
The last time they were together, he spoke about taking her to Quedlinburg over the summer holidays. “I want to take you Blasiikirche, the church where I was baptized. If he’s still there, you’ll meet Father Müller who baptized me. We could go a steam-train ride up to Brocken, the highest peak in the Harz Mountains and visit Lyonel-Feininger-gallery, the castle and Quedlinburg Schloss, where the first German king was crowned. I’m sure you’d like that. And at nights, we can go for romantic walks. We will stay at a hotel instead of with my family.”
“I’d love to go to Quedlinburg,” she had told him, excited at the thought. “And I’d love to visit your mother so that she could tell what you were like as a boy and show my photos of you.”
He had smiled. “I’m sure she would love that too. When would you like to go?”
“How about August? We’ll be there for your birthday.”
Her eyes danced. “I would love to spend my birthday in your hometown.”
“Good. We’ll go for the entire month.”
“That would be great.” If she had her wish, they would spend the entire summer there.
He had stopped the car in a very secluded spot. Turning to face her, he said quietly, “I want to marry you, Monifa.”
Her heart pounding, she replied, “I want to marry you too.”
“I’m afraid, we’ll have to wait until you’re eighteen.”
“It won’t be a long wait. You turn seventeen in August.”
“Yes. I wish the minimum age for marriage here in Germany was seventeen, though.”
“I wish so too but, the ‘Act to Combat Child Marriage was passed in 2017 to protect young girls and women from being forced into arranged marriages against their will.”
“Will we get married after I graduate from St. Albertus Magnus“
“Yes. That way, we could leave there and go to the city where you will be attending university and begin our new life together where no one will know us and we can put the nasty business of what happened last year behind us.”
“All right, I can wait,” she said.
He had smiled and then, his eyes dropped to her mouth. “Fortunately, there are some things we don’t have to wait to do.” He leaned over and kissed her. She rested her hands on his thighs as the kiss became more intense.
Several minutes later, breathing heavily, he drew back from her and pushed back his seat so that he could lie back. “Would you like to sit on my lap?”
She nodded. His cassock was lying on the back seat of the car so he was wearing just the white long sleeved clergy shirt and black trousers. He unfastened his belt, hauled the zipper down and pulled the shirt out. While he pulled down the trousers along with his underwear, she quickly removed her underwear. She straddled him and their eyes met as he held his erect shaft so that she could ease herself down on it. He closed his eyes as she began to move up and down, her hands pressing down on his shoulders. His fingers gripped her thighs. She closed her eyes too as waves upon waves of pleasure ripped through her body. Their moans drowned out the classical music playing on the radio.
The ringing of the phone brought her back to the present. She left the balcony at once, hoping that it wasn’t Father Kiesler calling to say that he couldn’t come and went into the living room where Mrs. Wisenthal was speaking on the phone.
“That was my friend, Mila Adler. She has invited me to go to St. Pauli Nachtmarkt.”
“Father Kiesler’s on his way,” Monifa reminded her.
“I know,” the woman said with a smile. “It isn’t me he’s coming to see.”
Monifa didn’t quite know what to say.
“And there’s no need for you to call him Father Kiesler when it’s just the two of us here.”
“It’s a force of habit,” Monifa said apologetically.
“I understand. I’ll be gone for a while. There’s enough food in the kitchen and in the pantry if you and he are hungry.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Wisenthal.”
“You’re welcome, my dear. I’ll go and get changed.”
Monifa nodded and then, she turned and walked over to the window to look out. She couldn’t wait for Jürgen to get there. And they were going to be all alone.
Mrs. Wisenthal went to the staircase and after going up a few steps, she stopped and turned to to look at her young guest. Even if Mila hadn’t called to invite her to go to the fish market, she would have found some excuse to go out. She didn’t want to be there when Jürgen came.
Although she considered herself to be liberal when it came to the affairs of the heart, his relationship with the girl still made her a little uncomfortable. There was a 14 year age difference between them. He was still a priest and she was a student at the school where he worked.
Even though it was not known that they were in a relationship and that it was the reason for the two murders which had taken place at the school, she knew. There could have been two more murders if the police hadn’t shown up when they had. She still shuddered when she thought about it. It had been a nasty business and as a result, several families had immediately taken their children out of St. Albertus Magnus while others had chosen not to let them return for the next term. In spite of that, the school was still doing fairly well and it was all because of Jürgen.
He wasn’t her flesh and blood, so she had no right to object. His personal life was his business. He was a grown man who was free to do what he wanted. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what his family would have to say about it, especially his mother. She wondered if they even knew what had happened last year or that he had been in hospital. She doubted that he had mentioned anything to them.
She loved Jürgen like a son and had grown to care for Monifa. Their happiness was all that mattered and if they found it with each other, then, so be it. She turned and continued up the stairs.