C4 antho - Chamber Four
C4 antho - Chamber Four C4 antho - Chamber Four
~296~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology worked steadily, with his usual dedication, no one but Roswitha interrupting. She sprayed Herr Halsa’s window, his silk plants, his brass lamp, wiped and rubbed, a water spritzer in one hand, an ammonia bottle in the other, wiping, rubbing and spraying, holding the plant handkerchief between her cheek and shoulder and a roll of paper towel under her wing. “I’m saying nothing, I’m saying nothing,” she said. “Keep on with your work.” She spoke in heavily accented English and switched to German only when someone spoke in German to her. She was eighty or so, extremely short, with grey skirts that wrapped not far below her breasts. “He keeps you busy too, I know that. With his whims,” she whispered, and shushed herself. Joseph liked having a mercurial boss. Mercurial was a good word for him. He was pleased to have thought of it. When Herr Halsa returned, it was clear where he’d gone after lunch―to the gym, as he often did. The advantages of a workout, not just for Herr Halsa’s health but for the whole organization’s well-being, so far outweighed any cause for criticism that Joseph wondered at his own momentary derision, the thought skittering into his head that these workouts seemed to follow on occasions of secret, carefully hidden stress. Who else was privy to Herr Halsa’s fears and thoughts? Aside maybe from Frau Halsa and a few personal friends, no one but Joseph could have guessed at what was happening in the boss’s mind. * * * * On occasional weekend nights, with little notice, everyone at the company was invited to a German hall for drinks and music and laughing repetitions of the chicken dance.
American Subsidiary ~297~ Herr Halsa would wrap his arm around every shoulder he came to and lift his beer Krug in a toast. What? You have no beer? He’d hesitate just long enough to show he regretted spending the company’s money, then raise his finger to signal for another. By Monday, no one dared to remind or even to thank him. Without exception, he returned from the gym with his face the deepest red, as if he were holding his breath through a heart attack. But in exchange, he was calm. His hair, as usual, remained wet, and he rubbed at it with the same towel that had started the day, bending his neck left and right, arching his back, and moving in other cat-like ways that would have seemed impossible an hour before. Joseph envied him his midday showers. Then that was it for a while. Halsa retreated behind the closed door of his office and drew the shades of his tall, narrow windows―presumably so that others, instead of watching him eat an apple, might mistake this for his most productive hour. He would emerge afterwards, either confirmed in his good opinion of the day or reminded of some fresh inconvenience that needed a scapegoat. Today, by the magic of endorphins, he was confirmed―his arms behind his back showed it immediately―and he took his flat expression from desk to desk and watched his employees’ computer screens over their shoulders, occasionally nodding at what was for him the mystery of how things appeared and disappeared, moved, grew, changed and scrolled on the various monitors. Witnessing the growth of a letter on screen might have occupied him for hours if he hadn’t realized, perhaps more acutely than anyone, that this rapt staring resembled ignorance. “Come in here. Come in, come in,” Herr Halsa called from his office. Joseph had no idea who he was talking to.
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~296~ The <strong>Chamber</strong> <strong>Four</strong> Fiction Anthology<br />
worked steadily, with his usual dedication, no one but<br />
Roswitha interrupting. She sprayed Herr Halsa’s window, his<br />
silk plants, his brass lamp, wiped and rubbed, a water<br />
spritzer in one hand, an ammonia bottle in the other, wiping,<br />
rubbing and spraying, holding the plant handkerchief between<br />
her cheek and shoulder and a roll of paper towel under<br />
her wing.<br />
“I’m saying nothing, I’m saying nothing,” she said. “Keep<br />
on with your work.” She spoke in heavily accented English<br />
and switched to German only when someone spoke in German<br />
to her. She was eighty or so, extremely short, with grey<br />
skirts that wrapped not far below her breasts. “He keeps you<br />
busy too, I know that. With his whims,” she whispered, and<br />
shushed herself.<br />
Joseph liked having a mercurial boss. Mercurial was a<br />
good word for him. He was pleased to have thought of it.<br />
When Herr Halsa returned, it was clear where he’d gone<br />
after lunch―to the gym, as he often did. The advantages of a<br />
workout, not just for Herr Halsa’s health but for the whole<br />
organization’s well-being, so far outweighed any cause for<br />
criticism that Joseph wondered at his own momentary derision,<br />
the thought skittering into his head that these workouts<br />
seemed to follow on occasions of secret, carefully hidden<br />
stress. Who else was privy to Herr Halsa’s fears and<br />
thoughts? Aside maybe from Frau Halsa and a few personal<br />
friends, no one but Joseph could have guessed at what was<br />
happening in the boss’s mind.<br />
* * * *<br />
On occasional weekend nights, with little notice, everyone<br />
at the company was invited to a German hall for drinks<br />
and music and laughing repetitions of the chicken dance.