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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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It's night. I'm wearing some of my flight gear, and I'm climbing up the window that Werner Voss and I were singing below. It's her window. Once I get on the top to the window. I rap gently on the glass. I cup my hand to the window to see if she's in there. I can't see in and figure she's not there. Someone comes up to the window and surprises me. It's not Margret and I lose balance, recover and jump down. A girl opens the window. She is about 13 years old with shoulder length brown hair. She wants to know who I am and what I want. I tell her with a certain amount of embarrassment that I was looking for Margret. I then ask if she is home. The girl giggles and she recognizes me from my gear that I am a pilot. I can see at this point that I'll get no straight answers from this giggly girl, who wants me to climb back up. If I climb up, she'll tell me where my lady is. I'm skeptical, but I flew from somewhere in hopes of seeing her and it was late. I didn't really want to cause a stir by going in the front door considering the kind of visit that I was planning would be private. I climb back up and the adolescent girl finds me cute. How nice. Now tell me where Margret is. Now I start getting the fifty questions routine like who are you? Why do you want to see her? Do you like her? Why are you trying to come in through the window? Do you know Werner? He is a pilot also. At this point I'm getting tired of holding onto the edge of the window, and I finally ask if she is going to tell me where Margret is? And she says that she will tell me if I give her a kiss. She closes her eyes and makes a kiss me on the lips face. This does not set well with me and I reply that I am too old and she is too young, and that she is by far not pretty enough to be kissed by me. Or something like that. Either way, I wasn't very very nice. I think that pissed her off because she went off yelling for Mother or Auntie, and I took this as being my exit cue. I don't think Herr and Frau Voss would be too pleased with me making late night visits to their daughter's bedroom. I duck out of the yard quickly and quietly. I pull off my aviator's cap as I walk down the street away. I can hear dogs barking somewhere, and looking back at the house, I can see the lights come on upstairs. That must have left a wonderful mystery in the Voss household. They probably told her that she dreamt the whole thing unless they checked the plants outside of Margret's window. I think I trampled on some of them when I jumped down in haste. |
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