CHAPTER 28“Discreet dancing for your private needs,” the advertisement said. Hubert was leafing through the Wiener Woche, the weekly entertainment guide of Vienna, when he found these electrifying words. Surely, “private needs” went with private parts; discreet dancing could only mean indiscreet display of a body in motion; and the word “your” clearly referred to him. Hubert immediately knew what was to be done. It was Sunday. On Tuesday morning, Aunt Frieda had an appointment with the hairdresser. Hubert anxiously awaited the hour when he would have the phone by himself. His heart sank when she stayed in bed a good part of Monday and complained of headaches and a stuffy nose. But the next morning, he heard the sounds of her early chores in the kitchen and instantly knew that his plan was
