Category: Sam Youd

Jinny is no longer singing

‘What’s Jinny like? Different?’ ‘Very different.’ ‘No,’ I said instinctively. ‘No different. The same as always.’ ‘A German,’ Dadda said. ‘She has become a German completely. It is wonderful to see her.’ ‘She talks German,’...

The game is off

Coming in from the kitchen, Jinny called out: ‘Ah, there you are, Ricka! You’re back early.’ He was walking slowly but jauntily down the stairs. His mouth was smiling, but the blue eyes were cold...

Die Fahne hoch

We sat silent for a few moments. Ernst was crooning to the parrot: ‘Die Fahne hoch, Die Reihen fest geschlossen …’ ‘The Pier Head,’ she said, ‘… coming off the ferry late at night, and...

Do as you like

She went to dancing lessons for over three months and then, one afternoon, she danced for Solly. It happened accidentally; he was sitting as he so often did, playing the piano for his own soul’s...

Pas devant les enfants!

‘Standards of behaviour,’ Aunt Peggy said stridently, ‘do count for so much. It is easy enough to poke fun at them, but they are the … the backbone of our society. Without decent behaviour, everything...

New home, new name

That night Dadda was back early. We sat in the kitchen, all four of us, drinking cocoa under a gas-mantle that flared nakedly because the shade had been packed, and Dadda spoke to us seriously....

Moving day

Mamma accepted the idea of the change, but without any enthusiasm. She told herself that she was afraid of Dadda overreaching himself, but the real trouble was something else: she was a child of the...

Drinks on the firm

‘You are in the estate business?’ Maier said. ‘Let me get you both a drink. What are you having?’ Solly pointed to the glasses. ‘Beer.’ Maier said: ‘On my expense account no one ever drinks...