Erika came to his room as she had promised. She made it easy for Ben. Smiling, she took his hands. Ignoring the chairs opposite each other across a coffee table, Erika pulled him to the bed to sit down.
She was determined to be close to Ben, brought his hands to her lips, kissed both of them, and said, “Ben, you have no idea how happy I am that we meet again after all these years. I’ve never forgotten you. I always hoped we’d meet again.”
Ben looked down at Erika’s hands holding his and quietly said, “I tried for a long time, very hard to forget you, Erika. I’m sure you know why!”
As soon as he said it, Ben regretted it. He was afraid that he had spoiled a new beginning by reminded Erika that it was her that had ended their relationship.
But Erika, since leaving him at the door, had prepared herself. Taking a deep breath, she calmly answered, “I know; I hurt you then. I loved you, but I was stupid. I betrayed you, and I did not know how to make it good. So, I let you go. It was easier than telling. It was all my fault. Don’t make me tell you why it happened, Ben.”
Suddenly, an embarrassed giggle escaped her. She moved closer to Ben and added, “I might not have to. Christine will. My bolshy sister loved you. She never forgave me for our breaking up, and she losing you when you stopped coming to our house.”
Erika’s comment about Christine introduced a change in mood. It made it easy for Ben not to probe further into the hurtful past. So, he smiled and said, “I liked Christine. She was such a funny, lovely girl. I wished then I had a kid-sister like her.”
Erika grinned and leaned back on the bed on her elbows. She looked at Ben, shaking her head, “Didn’t you notice? Christine didn’t think she was a kid. And she did not want you then as her brother! She had one with Tony.”
Erika slipped off her shoes and settled comfortably on the bed. Christine had obviously shared with Erika the little Ben had told about his Australian life and his immediate plans. Now she wanted to know more about Australia, why he had stayed, his career change, his broken marriage, and his plans for the future. Ben talked at length. In concluding, he told Erika that he was only – he avoided the word ‘home’ – in Gastein for three weeks. Erika’s reaction let him know her regret that it was not longer.
Ben was equally curious about Erika’s life. And she suddenly felt that she needed to be, with Ben, honest about her marriage.
She told him that she met, at a tennis club function, a nine-year older, recently transferred to Gastein, policeman. In looking back, she suspected that, at nineteen, it was the uniform and the acclaim Heinz enjoyed as a top-class skier and mountain-rescue expert that had attracted her. At twenty, she became his wife, and at twenty-one, their son was born.
Her husband, Heinz, was very much a man’s man. He was also becoming more and more a public figure, with a matching career in the police service. The corresponding cost was less and less time to be an engaged marriage partner.
And Erika accepted it. They were respected in their community. Heinz, on the strength of his achievements in alpine rescues, was rapidly promoted. With a position, first in district command and later in the capital, he was not home much. And Erika did not want to leave Gastein. They were financially secure, had a healthy, intelligent boy, and were, in appearance, a happily married couple.
Erika shrugged her shoulder and smiled. It indicated to Ben that she considered her marriage neither unusual nor a failure. What Erika stressed was the importance of her close relationship with Christine. They maintained over the years a practically daily contact. Joining up with Christine and her circle of friends, together with all the family responsibilities that fell almost totally on her, never left Erika lonely or bored.
Eventually, when Christine married Gerd, Erika joined her on more than a part-time basis in running the Hotel Diana. With Gerd, a disinterested owner, it was an arrangement that suited them both.
Regarding Gerd, Erika was uncomplimentary. He had never shown any interest in the hotel business and had joined the regular army at eighteen. His parents expected that Linda, their daughter, would inherit the hotel. When she fell in love with a guest, an Englishman, married and moved to the UK, their plans were upset. Therefore, when they retired, their son, Gerd, had to resign from the army to take over the Hotel Diana.
By then, Christine had already effectively managed and overseen the modernisation of the hotel for the previous nine years. More out of indifference than good sense, Gerd, as the new owner, gave Christine a free hand to continue as manager for two years. He never showed any sexual interest in her. But then, almost out of the blue, Gerd proposed.
Remembering, Erika laughed. She stretched out on the bed, which made Ben’s eyes run approvingly over her tempting figure and declared, “Gerd must have been drunk, but Christine was stone-cold sober. She said, Yes! I was sure then and am now that Christine agreed to marry the Hotel Diana. It had become her creation, her life, not something she would leave at the mercy of Gerd. Gerd’s primary interest is his hunt and hunting companions. Even more serious for Christine’s care about the hotel is that Gerd is an alcoholic and a compulsive gambler.”
Erika rolled closer to Ben and reached for his hand. Ben was not sure how to read Erika’s behaviour. Was she just continuing in the half-innocent way they had behaved as youngsters? Or was Erika flirting and, perhaps, now aiming for more?
Smiling up at Ben, she said, “You see, Ben, what has become of your two girl-friends from long ago: two, by their own doing, somewhat neglected and,” Erika grinned, “possibly frustrated wives. But now, I better go before I get into mischief.”
Erika sat up to put on her shoes. Standing in front of Ben, she hesitated a moment. As Ben reached for her, she bent down to kiss him. There was more than just a bit of teasing in her tongue. When Erika raised her head from the kiss, Ben pressed his face onto her breasts. Erika held still, stroking caressingly over his head as she whispered, “It’s wonderful that we could meet again. We will not spoil it this time, will we, Ben?”
*
In going down for dinner, Ben passed the reception. Christine, behind her desk, gave him a broad smile and waved him in. She asked, “Have you forgiven Erika for having been so beastly?” With a peal of laughter, she added, “If you have, I’ll have to forgive her too.”
Then, getting down to business, she told Ben about the hotel’s breakfast and dining arrangements and asked him if he would eat tonight, only tonight, at Gerd’s table. Gerd was keen to meet him again. He remembered him well from their shared childhood.
Ben was happy to agree. So, Christine took him to the dining room, introduced Gerd and Ben, and returned to the reception. The girl serving dinner was just putting a second set of plates and cutlery on Gerd’s table. When she had to add a chair, Ben wondered if Christine and her husband ever shared a meal? And after what Erika had told him about their marriage, did they share a bed?