BERLIN – JUNE 1961The meeting place for their reunion was the Tiergarten; a place that they both knew well and loved. It had a surreal, disconnected feeling to it, almost like their own private garden, where the monsters of Berlin could not reach them.
Jack Grant had arrived early and had spent thirty minutes getting the feel of the place and trying to calm down. He was both excited and nervous.
I am meeting my agent again, he thought. I am a father. I am meeting my children for the first time.
I am meeting my agent againI am a father. I am meeting my children for the first time.Then he saw her walking along the pathway, pushing the pram in front of her; she looked stylish and radiant. He fell in beside her smoothly. To the casual observer, they would have looked like a young family wal
