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lpless　before　such　a　deep　private　agony；　Dessard　withdrew；　carefully　closing　the　door　behind　him。　Dessard　stood　outside　the　cabin　a　moment；　listening　to　the　wordless　cries　from　within。　Then；　deeply　shaken；　he　turned　and　headed　for　the　ship's　theater　on　the　main　deck。　A　porter　was　mopping　up　a　trail　of　blood　in　front　of　the　theater。　Mon　Dieu；　Dessard　thought。　What　next？　He　tried　the　door　to　the　theater。　It　was　unlocked。　Dessard　entered　the　large；　modern　auditorium　that　could　seat　six　hundred　passengers。　The　auditorium　was　empty。　On　an　impulse；　he　went　to　the　projection　booth。　The　door　was　locked。　Only　two　people　had　keys　to　this　door；　he　and　the　projectionist。　Dessard　opened　it　with　his　key　and　went　inside。　Everything　seemed　normal。　He　walked　over　to　the　two　Century　35…mm。　projectors　in　the　room　and　put　his　hands　on　them。　One　of　them　was　warm。　In　the　crew's　quarters　on　D　deck；　Dessard　found　the　projectionist；　who　assured　him　that　he　knew　nothing　about　the　theater　being　used。　On　the　way　back　to　his　office；　Dessard　took　a　shortcut　through　the　kitchen。　The　chef　stopped　him；　in　a　fury。　
　〃Look　at　this；〃　he　manded　Dessard。　〃Just　look　what　some　idiot　has　done！〃　On　a　marble　pastry　table　was　a　beautiful；　six…tiered　wedding　cake；　with　delicate；　spun…sugar　figures　of　a　bride　and　groom　on　top。　Someone　had　crushed　in　the　head　of　the　bride。　
　〃It　was　at　that　moment；〃　Dessard　would　tell　the　spellbound　patrons　at　his　bistro；　〃that　I　knew　something　terrible　was　about　to　happen。〃　
　
　
BOOK　ONE　
　In　1919；　Detroit；　Michigan；　was　the　single　most　successful　industrial　city　in　the　world。　World　War　I　had　ended；　and　Detroit　had　played　a　significant　part　in　the　Allies'　victory；　supplying　them　with　tanks　and　trucks　and　aeroplanes。　Now；　with　the　threat　of　the　Hun　over；　the　automobile　plants　once　again　turned　their　energies　to　retooling　for　motorcars。　Soon；　four　thousand　automobiles　a　day　were　being　manufactured；　assembled　and　shipped。　Skilled　and　unskilled　labor　came　from　all　parts　of　the　world　to　seek　jobs　in　the　automotive　industry。　Italians；　Irish；　Germans　…　they　came　in　a　flood　tide。　Among　the　new　arrivals　were　Paul　Templarhaus　and　his　bride；　Frieda。　Paul　had　been　a　butcher's　apprentice　in　Munich。　With　the　dowry　he　received　when　he　married　Frieda；　he　emigrated　to　New　York　and　opened　a　butcher　shop；　which　quickly　showed　a　deficit。　He　then　moved　to　St。　Louis；　Boston　and；　finally；　Detroit；　failing　spectacularly　in　each　city。　In　an　era　when　business　was　booming　and　an　increasing　affluence　meant　a　growing　demand　for　meat；　Paul　Templarhaus　managed　to　lose　money　everywhere　he　opened　a　shop。　He　was　a　good　butcher　but　a　hopelessly　inpetent　businessman。　In　truth　he　was　more　interested　in　writing　poetry　than　in　making　money。　He　would　spend　hours　dreaming　up　rhymes　and　poetic　images。　He　would　set　them　down　on　paper　and　mail　them　off　to　newspapers　and　magazines；　but　they　never　bought　any　of　his　masterpieces。　To　Paul；　money　was　unimportant。　He　extended　credit　to　everyone；　and　the　word　quickly　spread：　if　you　had　no　money　and　wanted　the　finest　of　meats；　go　to　Paul　Templarhaus。　
　Paul's　wife；　Frieda；　was　a　plain…looking　girl　who　had　had　no　experience　with　men　before　Paul　had　e　along　and　proposed　to　heror；　rather；　as　was　properto　her　father。　Frieda　had　pleaded　with　her　father　to　accept　Paul's　suit；　but　the　old　man　had　needed　no　urging；　for　he　had　been　desperately　afraid　he　was　going　to　be　stuck　with　Frieda　the　rest　of　his　life。　He　had　even　increased　the　dowry　so　that　Frieda　and　her　husband　would　be　able　to　leave　Germany　and　go　to　the　New　World。　Frieda　had　fallen　shyly　in　love　with　her　husband　at　first　sight。　She　had　never　seen　a　poet　before。　Paul　was　thin　and　intellectual…looking；　with　pale　myopic　eyes　and　receding　hair；　and　it　was　months　before　Frieda　could　believe　that　this　handsome　young　man　truly　belonged　to　her。　She　had　no　illusions　about　her　own　looks。　Her　figure　was　lumpy；　the　shape　of　an　oversized；　uncooked　potato　kugel。　Her　best　feature　was　her　vivid　blue　eyes；　the　color　of　gentians；　but　the　rest　af　her　face　seemed　to　belong　to　other　people。　Her　nose　was　her　grandfather's；　large　and　bulbous；　her　forehead　was　an　uncle's；　high　and　sloping；　and　her　chin　was　her　father's；　square　and　grim。　Somewhere　inside　Frieda　was　a　beautiful　young　girl；　trapped　with　a　face　and　body　that　God　had　given　her　as　some　kind　of　cosmic　joke。　But　people　could　see　only　the　formidable　exterior。　Except　for　Paul。　Her　Paul。　It　was　just　as　well　that　Frieda　never　knew　that　her　attraction　lay　in　her　dowry；　which　Paul　saw　as　an　escape　from　the　bloody　sides　of　beef　and　hog　brains。　Paul's　dream　had　been　to　go　into　business　for　himself　and　make　enough　money　so　that　he　could　devote　himself　to　his　beloved　poetry。　
　Frieda　and　Paul　went　to　an　inn　outside　Salzburg　for　their　honeymoon；　a　beautiful　old　castle　on　a　lovely　lake；　surrounded　by　meadows　and　woods。　Frieda　had　gone　over　the　honeymoonnight　scene　a　hundred　times　in　her　mind。　Paul　would　lock　the　door　and　take　her　into　his　arms　and　murmur　sweet　endearments　as　he　began　to　undress　her。　His　lips　would　find　hers　and　then　slowly　move　down　her　naked　body；　the　way　they　did　it　in　all　the　little　green　books　she　had　secretly　read。　His　organ　would　be　hard　and　erect　and　proud；　like　a　German　banner；　and　Paul　would　carry　her　to　the　bed　（perhaps　it　would　be　safer　if　he　walked　her　to　it）　and　tenderly　lay　her　down。　Mein　Gott；　Frieda；　he　would　say。　I　love　your　body。　You　are　not　like　those　skinny　little　girls。　You　have　the　body　of　a　woman。　
　The　actuality　came　as　a　shock。　It　was　true　that　when　they　reached　their　room；　Paul　locked　the　door。　After　that；　the　reality　was　a　stranger　to　the　dream。　As　Frieda　watched；　Paul　quickly　stripped　off　his　shirt；　revealing　a　high；　thin；　hairless　chest。　Then　he　pulled　down　his　pants。　Between　his　legs　lay　a　limp；　tiny　penis；　hidden　by　a　foreskin。　It　did　not　resemble　in　any　way　the　exciting　pictures　Frieda　had　seen。　Paul　stretched　out　on　the　bed；　waiting　for　her；　and　Frieda　realized　that　he　expected　her　to　undress　herself。　Slowly；　she　began　to　take　off　her　clothes。　Well；　size　is　not　everything；　Frieda　thought。　Paul　will　be　a　wonderful　lover。　Moments　later；　the　trembling　bride　joined　her　groom　on　the　marital　bed。　While　she　was　waiting　for　him　to　say　something　romantic；　Paul　rolled　over　on　top　of　her；　made　a　few　thrusts　inside　her；　and　rolled　off　again。　For　the　stunned　bride；　it　was　finished　before　it　began。　As　for　Paul；　his　few　previous　sexual　experiences　had　been　with　the　whores　of　Munich；　and　he　was　reaching　for　his　wallet　when　he　remembered　that　he　no　longer　had　to　pay　for　it。　From　now　on　it　was　free。　Long　after　Paul　had　fallen　asleep；　Frieda　lay　in　bed；　trying　not　to　think　about　her　disappointment。　Sex　is　not　every　she　told　herself。　My　Paul　will　make　a　wonderful　husband。　As　it　turned　out；　she　was　wrong　again。　
　It　was　shortly　after　the　honeymoon　that　Frieda　began　to　see　Paul　in　a　more　realistic　light。　Frieda　had　been　reared　in　the　German　tradition　of　a　Hausfrau；　and　so　she　obeyed　her　husband　without　question；　but　she　was　far　from　stupid。　Paul　had　no　interest　in　life　except　his　poems；　and　Frieda　began　to　realize　that　they　were　very　bad。　She　could　not　help　but　observe　that　Paul　left　a　great　deal　to　be　desired　in　almost　every　area　she　could　think　of。　Where　Paul　was　indecisive；　Frieda　was　firm；　where　Paul　was　stupid　about　business；　Frieda　was　clever。　In　the　beginning；　she　had　sat　by；　silently　suffering；　while　the　head　of　the　family　threw　away　her　handsome　dowry　by　his　softhearted　idiocies。　By　the　time　they　moved　to　Detroit；　Frieda　could　stand　it　no　longer。　She　marched　into　her　husband's　butcher　shop　one　day　and　took　over　the　cash　register。　The　first　thing　she　did　was　to　put　up　a　sign：　No　credit。　Her　husband　was　appalled；　but　that　was　only　the　beginning。　Frieda　raised　the　prices　of　meat　and　began　advertising；　showering　the　neighbourhood　with　pamphlets；　and　the　business　expanded　overnight。　From　that　moment　on；　it　was　Frieda　who　made　all　the　important　decisions；　and　Paul　who　followed　them。　Frieda's　disappointment　had　turned　her　into　a　tyrant。　She　found　that　she　had　a　talent　for　running　things　and　people；　and　she　was　inflexible。　It　was　Frieda　who　decided　how　their　money　was　to　be　invested；　where　they　would　live；　where　they　would　vacation；　and　when　it　was　time　to　have　a　baby。　
　She　announced　her　decision　to　Paul　one　evening　and　put　him　to　work　on　the　project　until　the　poor　man　almost　suffered　a　nervous　breakdown。　He　was　afraid　too　much　sex　would　undermine　his　health；　but　Frieda　was　a　woman　of　great　determination。　〃Put　it　in　me；〃　she　would　mand。　〃How　can　I？〃　Paul　protested。　〃It　is　not　interested。〃　Frieda　would　take　his　shriveled　little　penis　and　pull　back　the　foreskin；　and　when　nothing　happened；　she　would　take　it　in　her　mouth　　〃Mein　Gott；　Frieda！　What　are　you　doing？〃　　until　it　got　hard　in　spite　of　him；　and　she　would　insert　it　between　her　legs　until　Paul's　sperm　was　inside　her。　
　Three　months　after　they　began；　Frieda　told　her　husband　that　he　could　take　a　rest。　She　was　pregnant。　Paul　wanted　a　girl　and　Frieda　wanted　a　boy；　so　it　was　no　surprise　to　any　of　their　friends　that　the　baby　was　a　boy。　The　baby；　at　Frieda's　insistence；　was　delivered　at　home　by　a　midwife。　Everything　went　smoothly　up　to　and　throughout　the　actual　delivery。　It　was　then　that　those　who　were　gathered　around　the　bed　got　a　shock。　The　newborn　infant　was　normal　in　every　way；　except　for　its　penis。　The　baby's　organ　was　enormous；　dangling　like　a　swollen；　outsized　appendage　between　the　baby's　innocent　thighs。　　
　His　father's　not　built　like　that；　Frieda　thought　with　fierce　pride。　
　She　named　him　Tobias；　after　an　alderman　who　lived　in　their　precinct。　Paul　told　Frieda　that　he　would　take　over　the　training　of　the　boy。　After　all；　it　was　the　father's　place　to　bring　up　his　son。　Frieda　listened　and　smiled；　and　seldom　let　Paul　go　near　the　child。　It　was　Frieda　who　brought　the　boy　up。　She　ruled　him　with　a　Teutonic　fist；　and　she　did　not　bother　with　the　velvet　glove。　At　five；　Toby　was　a　thin；　spindly…legged　child；　with　a　wistful　face　and　the　bright；　gentian…blue　eyes　of　his　mother。　Toby　adored　his　mother　and　hungered　for　her　approval。　He　wanted　her　to　pick　him　up　and　hold　him　on　her　big；　soft　lap　so　that　he　could　press　his　head　deep　into　her　bosom。　But　Frieda　had　no　time　for　such　things。　She