Summer 1972.
An older woman works in her garden before the gates of a city in her little little garden. This woman has never had it in her life easily and she has taken it to a little house of her own despite all adverse circumstances anyway. She lives quite contentedly in the reason here. If a couple of envious persons who are glad for one to have nothing would not always be available here. And this woman also knows such people.
Oh, she is by the way called death. Elvira Tod. Unusual name, was not? But this name does not occur by chance. In the past once, she was called Elvira Siebel. Neither just world-shaking but still better than Mrs Tod.
About her name of today many people have already made fun, too or tore their mouth up. Although one cannot understand what shall so particularly be funny at this name. And but it was that way.
Elvira had to plug much in again and again. As her no house of one's own had and plays itself
once, so again and again the life primarily, had to obtain a flat yet. It is already punishment enough to apply with this name.
With many lessors she was immediately rejected after she had mentioned her name. Unfortunately, some people were superstitious just anyway. And it was not for such people at all useful to have somebody with such a name under the roof of one's own.
In their life she had not had any babies. This did not lie at her. She knew she had to get the ability and also the gift children, it, however, was up to her husband, he was capable of fathering children in the smallest way.
This was not earlier than she became acquainted with him for her conscious. But today since she lived quite alone here she had got clear already why this was so at that time. She regretted much what, today she in the past had made everything wrong. Well, much had made her from ignorance. But if a man is in love, he is ready for many even if it should harm him.
The chin supports Elvira on the rake, this one held her in its hand and was intellectual in the past. It also had experienced beautiful moments. And a beautiful moment was when it became acquainted with its husband. And at this moment she, like at that time, saw when this beautiful juvenile came towards her and talked with her.
She was engaged in fixing a garden at that time like today namely that one of her parents approached and mentioned her suddenly as this young man to the fence. She got embarrassed because she had never had contact to men particularly. Because Elvira was anything but a beauty. She had a small but well visible handicap. Your hip had grown together no longer correctly by an accident. In the reason nothing bad. In the reason nothing bad. But it felt this well despite everyone. Even if no man wanted to know what about it.
Destiny did not always mean it with it either well. She experienced hits below the belt again and again and quarrelled also because of this the many times with God and themselves. It asked again and again one may finally free it from this isolation
and these mishaps, so that it could lead a carefree and protected life. But nothing turned.
Flat up to that day, when this beautiful juvenile appeared at her fence. This one was beautiful man! She held a longer conversation with him over the most inconsequential things which one can imagine. And then at the end of the conversation he invited them to come into the nearby ice-cream parlour together with him.
This first meeting turned into many. And the envious persons of the town whispered behind their back about the fact how it had made well that this beautiful man tried to help them. Pride and satisfaction spread in their body. With this man on her side she felt strong and unhindered. And she had only an aim in the head of never letting this man off again. She saw her luck in him come. Even if the parents had a bad feeling and awaited the marriage with the two with mixed feelings.
But it came everything like them had wanted it. The wedding was discussed and also executed.
Elvira saw herself in her fantastic dress at the moment now again. In a radiant one reaching tulle to white, except for the ground into much dress wrapped up. One was not badly astonished in the town when it appeared in front of the church so. And the envious persons there who wondered how this dress had them been able to pay were again. It did not earn too much in the small factory richly in which it was employed as a packer and its parents were not either. Your father worked as a temporary help in a small shop and the mother had been ill already for a long time. So where did they have the money from for such a dress? No-one could explain this to himself.
While Elvira stood there in her garden and dug in the past so, a man of the way came and spoke to her.
„Is she Mrs Tod?“ His voice sounded kind and calming. A man of middle age, good dressed, and one saw him he was not really a small wage-earner like most, which lived here. He did not seem to be from this area, the slight accent with which he spoke betrayed this.
Elvira did not hear and see the man. Although she stared directly into his direction.
The man waved his hand in front of her face and repeated his words. „Are they Mrs Tod?“
„How?“ She first noticed a man now who seemed to talk to her. „Er, what they meant what?“ She began to stutter just so as if one had caught her at forbidden a little.
„I asked her whether perhaps they are Mrs Tod, or being able to tell me whether she where she lives?“ Furthermore the man seemed quiet as well as if nothing could neither hide nor hair also bring him from the quiet, however.
„Elvira was how?“, „ . not quite at the thing yet Oh, please, they excuse but I was just so in thought, I have forgotten everything around myself.“
„This does not matter anyway.“ The man smiled with a lot of understanding. „Sometimes I am as well. The past has brought also much good for us. And why shall not one think about it sometimes? But I only wanted to know whether Mrs Tod lives here.“ He further smiled constantly.
„Yes but sure. I am Mrs Tod. No, what I can do for it, then, know, then know I do not do it!“ she feverishly rummaged about in the past, whether she had met this man before. It had to deny itself but she. She did not know this sir.
„I would like to talk to her in a delicate thing.“ He got more quiet. Sharing a secret with her as if he wanted to indicate with that.
For this reason Elvira asked him to follow her into the house. Without words both approached the house.
The man was not badly astonished, arrived inside. It was not impressive that the cottage of the outside was got ready cleanly only also from inside. Everything in this house was of the finest. Whether it was the doilies which covered the individual tables, or the glasses which were in a display case. Nothing was left to chance everything went together like the fist on the eye.
The furniture was kept in the same style all of them. One happened himself as if the time had stood still here someplace at the Biedermeier
period time.
Elvira offered him not only a place but also a drink which he both liked to accept.
After both were provided with the necessary one, Elvira also sat with the stranger and looked at him attentively. For the time being, she was still silent because she would not want to determine the appointment, the stranger should begin on this to tell stories.
It lasted for a couple of minutes as the foreign parts with the sentence: „My name is Plum. Richard Plum. started „. He then took deeply deep breath as well as if he wanted to say with that how heavy be for him should what he had to produce.
Elvira was further silent.
„He further „spoke“, it is not quite easy for me now, where I shall begin to tell stories.“ He inserted a minute's silence which used Elvira to simply ask him to speak straight out.
„Therefore good.“ He did not have any break this time but immediately continued with his sentence. „Straight out so that. I have a problem at which they can help me. It is all about my wife. She is a very rich woman but is not only stingy with the money opposite me. But it is all about it for me at long last. I can do without everything. I need to breathe this like the air to this but money, now.“ He had a break again and stared in Elvira's eyes to take her reactions.
„Their money is but with the marriage it has to share not only the joys with me well.“ Richard took a firm sip of tea and a biscuit, bowl covered much which.
He further told stories to take a sip or bite off of the biscuits, accompanied of small breaks again and again.
Elvira thought at herself, a so well dressed man, but he had manners as well as no-one.
Richard reported how his wife plagued and treated him as if he were only the doormat for her. At the beginning a lot of love was there to bear all these
things. The love disappeared more and more but meanwhile and hate spread in its heart.
And it came to the real topic now. "You have a certain gift anyway? Or am I mistaken?" He had this one this time, the break was more than only conscious. He expected an answer from Elvira.
"I do not know it kick off on what." Your eyes got big because it really could not imagine what Richard spoke about. It had for certain certain abilities but no-one suspected or knew actually of this. So what did he want of it? Furthermore she waited.
"They have come to ears like me, can kill people without an outer use of force. Is this correct? Do they really have this ability?" His eyes got big and shone.
This answer worked as a blow in Elvira's face. It winced briefly, however, composed itself just again. It did not want to give itself a bareness now.
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