Chapter 20 (Redux).
Second set - The Failure of a Republic
-I still don't understand -Käthe began to say by the eleventh time-, why the hell you must wait for the call in MY apartment?
-Because if I'm waiting for it in mine, they will think I'm dying to be called into to government! -Duckie replied while his eyes rolled in amused surprised.
-You sound as if you were to enter...
-Yes.
For a moment, Käthe could see the first page of the Deutsche Allgemeine Zeitung: - ZE NEW MINISTER IZ TAKEN AWAY IN STRAIT-JACKET-. She grinned, of course.
-Look, if the new Kanzler wants you in, he'll phone you until he finds you. Or you can phone back.
-You'll never undestand the finer points of politics...
-You remind me of some silly girls I dated some time ago...
It goes without saying that poor Duckie was insecure about his cabinet prospects. To begin with, he did not know what ministry was going to get. He also did not know that all those who were ranked over him did know that, and did not wanted to get into the cabinet in that way, so they just "jumped out" of the ship. Had Duckie know it, it is dobious wether he would have "jumped" too or not.
Then the phone barked. A few seconds later, Duckie said, grinning like a fool.
-I'm a Cabinet Minister.
-Germany is doomed -replied Käthe, grinning widely.
-It's not a joke -he said, in a grave voice, almost serious, almost mature. A ministerial voice, so to speak.
Käthe felt as if someone was running an iceberg between her legs and over her spine.
-I need a fag.... -She utteterd, shocked. "And I need to pee", she added mentally.
Thus, she was on the WC, jeans down, when Duckie, unaware of that delicate situation, entered into the little room with a ring on his hand. Käthe was going to shout at him to get lost when she saw the ring.
"No. He's a fool, but not THAT kind of fool".
-Käthe, I dunno how to say that, but ...
"He's that kind of fool. Oh shit..."
-...but as I'm now...
-Get the hell out of here, you mental retarded perverted half-witted...!!!!!
-I get it, but, if I get out of here, will you marry me? I won't get out until you answer me!
A few more expletives pointing at Käthe's doubts about Duckie's mental heatlh later...
-Ok, yes, but the the fug out of here! -she shouted, feeling her bottom (a lovely one, by the way) going into pure ice in that cold place.
The next thing she saw was a ring on her finger and the door closing behind a bemused Duckie.
"ZE NEW MINISTER IZ KILLED BY HIS FUTURE WIFE BEFORE HE SWEARS HIS POST"
Some hours later...
In just a tirade, Käthe finished explaining the long silly thing to her girlfriend, Alexandra:
-So I'm going to marry him, because he's taking it seriously, but I'm not, what the heck, and, after all, I don't bother about him being a single minister, as Germany is going not to stand him, married or single, for more than a month! And, for the Goddess's sake, Alix, stop smiling that way!
-...ok, smile again. Now I feel like a rat facing a vicious cat.
Then, Alix smiled, and with a velvet voice, she asked Käthe:
-Have you heard, my sweetie, about the first civil union of three partners? Those Belgians, from time to time, have some nice ideas, don't you think?
And then she kissed her, leaving a petrified Käthe behind.
(1) Did I told you that I love teasing the newspapers?
PS: I know, I should have kept in line and, bearing in mind the two previous characters, I should have introduced the charming Diana Quick, but, alàs, I'm quite silly, from tiem to time.