Amazing photo again, unfortunately I don’t own this! A most beautiful suicide – 23 year old Evelyn McHale leapt to her death from an observation deck (83rd floor) of the Empire State Building, May 1, 1947. She landed on a United Nations limousine… by deeeinthebox http://bit.ly/179xAax
"Wha….oh. Oh." Cheryl hadn’t thought of that, and she turned her head to stare at the Nazi soldiers warily. It hadn’t occurred to her that she could jeopardize her safety simply by speaking her native language. She scootched her chair over closer to the actress, still smiling from the thrill of meeting someone famous. "Sorry, I haven’t been in this…country…very long," she said by way of explanation for her behavior. "Most of the Nazi soldiers I encounter are my boyfriend’s subordinates, see, so I forget that some of them don’t know who I am."
”Don’t worry, it’s for your own safety” Bridget returned a very soft smile, it was obvious she was quite paranoid but she had to control it. She repeated to herself ”Act normal, everything is okay”.
Bridget was listening to her and she opened her eyes widely when Cheryl mentioned she is dating nazi soldiers. Bridget couldn’t help to giggle softly. ”I don’t need to know who you’re dating, but it’s kinda weird, isn’t it?” she looked over her slice of pie and looked up back again. ”Do you want to taste this?” She handed the plate to Cheryl. ”Ist gut” For a moment, she wasn’t feeling nervous any more, in fact, she was quite comfortable.
Cheryl stood awkwardly for a moment with a blank stare, her mind racing trying to translate each German word one at a time. Wir. Begegnet. Sind. Haben. Wir. She was about to form an incoherent reply when it suddenly hit her where she’d seen Bridget before. ”You’re an actress!” she blurted out loudly in perfect English. She pulled out a chair and sat down, lowering her voice. ”You’re Bridget von Hammersmark, right? Oh my God, I loved you in Die große Liebe.”
Thankfully Bridget did know english very well to talk to her naturally, the only thing she was worried about was that it could be dangerous to Cheryl, and maybe to Bridget as well. She hoped nobody listened to Cheryl when she blurted out loud. ”Yes” she replied and gave her a cheerful smile. ”Thank you!” The waiter came to the table and Cheryl didn’t say a word, thank god. He placed the dessert on the table, a cup of coffee and left us alone. Bridget pushed herself closer to Cheryl’s face, like if she telling a secret. She whispered in English. ”Germans could think you’re British, be careful.”
Cheryl pushed open the door of the fancy restaurant she’d recently heard about. She wasn’t accustomed to being able to afford this caliber of eatery, but being the mistress of a high-ranking Nazi official did come with a slightly higher standard of living. She sighed, looking around at the tables filled with soldiers and officials. Suddenly she spotted a woman sitting alone, and made a beeline for her side of the restaurant. ”Hallo!” she called out brightly, thankful she wouldn’t have to sit near a Nazi. ”Ich bin Cheryl.” She held out a hand to shake, blushing in embarrassment at her still-obvious thick American accent.
Bridget opened her eyes a little bit just as Cheryl stood in front of her table. She had seen her somewhere but she can’t just remember where.
”Maybe she’s one of the girls of the staff” she thought. She smirked softly to the woman and shook her hand. She replied her salute in German. ”Hello, Cheryl!… I think we have met before, have we?”