Emma’s journey to and from the hospital took her up Scotts Road and past the Teutonia Club. Every time she glimpsed the fine colonial building with its single turret and fancy façade, she was reminded of the concert, of Ernest’s unexpected and somewhat grotesque display of affection, and also of her heritage, of her extended family back in Germany and, above all, of her younger brother George. She thought of him with much affection, and as she did, she pictured him bent over the internal mechanism of a watch.
He had been a sensitive boy back home in Philadelphia and was bullied ruthlessly at school as a result. He grew into a quiet young man, withdrawn and wise beyond his years. She hadn’t seen him since she left for London. Tired of the way Germans were treated, he migrated to Germany a
