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a wonderful lover。 Moments later； the trembling bride joined her groom on the marital bed。 While she was waiting for him to say something romantic； Paul rolled over on top of her； made a few thrusts inside her； and rolled off again。 For the stunned bride； it was finished before it began。 As for Paul； his few previous sexual experiences had been with the whores of Munich； and he was reaching for his wallet when he remembered that he no longer had to pay for it。 From now on it was free。 Long after Paul had fallen asleep； Frieda lay in bed； trying not to think about her disappointment。 Sex is not every she told herself。 My Paul will make a wonderful husband。 As it turned out； she was wrong again。
It was shortly after the honeymoon that Frieda began to see Paul in a more realistic light。 Frieda had been reared in the German tradition of a Hausfrau； and so she obeyed her husband without question； but she was far from stupid。 Paul had no interest in life except his poems； and Frieda began to realize that they were very bad。 She could not help but observe that Paul left a great deal to be desired in almost every area she could think of。 Where Paul was indecisive； Frieda was firm； where Paul was stupid about business； Frieda was clever。 In the beginning； she had sat by； silently suffering； while the head of the family threw away her handsome dowry by his softhearted idiocies。 By the time they moved to Detroit； Frieda could stand it no longer。 She marched into her husband's butcher shop one day and took over the cash register。 The first thing she did was to put up a sign： No credit。 Her husband was appalled； but that was only the beginning。 Frieda raised the prices of meat and began advertising； showering the neighbourhood with pamphlets； and the business expanded overnight。 From that moment on； it was Frieda who made all the important decisions； and Paul who followed them。 Frieda's disappointment had turned her into a tyrant。 She found that she had a talent for running things and people； and she was inflexible。 It was Frieda who decided how their money was to be invested； where they would live； where they would vacation； and when it was time to have a baby。
She announced her decision to Paul one evening and put him to work on the project until the poor man almost suffered a nervous breakdown。 He was afraid too much sex would undermine his health； but Frieda was a woman of great determination。 〃Put it in me；〃 she would mand。 〃How can I？〃 Paul protested。 〃It is not interested。〃 Frieda would take his shriveled little penis and pull back the foreskin； and when nothing happened； she would take it in her mouth 〃Mein Gott； Frieda！ What are you doing？〃 until it got hard in spite of him； and she would insert it between her legs until Paul's sperm was inside her。
Three months after they began； Frieda told her husband that he could take a rest。 She was pregnant。 Paul wanted a girl and Frieda wanted a boy； so it was no surprise to any of their friends that the baby was a boy。 The baby； at Frieda's insistence； was delivered at home by a midwife。 Everything went smoothly up to and throughout the actual delivery。 It was then that those who were gathered around the bed got a shock。 The newborn infant was normal in every way； except for its penis。 The baby's organ was enormous； dangling like a swollen； outsized appendage between the baby's innocent thighs。
His father's not built like that； Frieda thought with fierce pride。
She named him Tobias； after an alderman who lived in their precinct。 Paul told Frieda that he would take over the training of the boy。 After all； it was the father's place to bring up his son。 Frieda listened and smiled； and seldom let Paul go near the child。 It was Frieda who brought the boy up。 She ruled him with a Teutonic fist； and she did not bother with the velvet glove。 At five； Toby was a thin； spindly…legged child； with a wistful face and the bright； gentian…blue eyes of his mother。 Toby adored his mother and hungered for her approval。 He wanted her to pick him up and hold him on her big； soft lap so that he could press his head deep into her bosom。 But Frieda had no time for such things。 She was busy making a living for her family。 She loved little Toby； and she was determined that he would not grow up to be a weakling like his father。 Frieda demanded perfection in everything Toby did。 When he began school； she would supervise his homework； and if he was puzzled by some assignment； his mother would admonish him； 〃e on； boy roll up your sleeves！〃 And she would stand over him until he had solved the problem。 The sterner Frieda was with Toby； the more he loved her。 He trembled at the thought of displeasing her。 Her punishment was swift and her praise was slow； but she felt that it was for Toby's own good。 From the first moment her son had been placed in her arms； Frieda had known that one day he was going to bee a famous and important man。 She did not know how or when； but she knew it would happen。 It was as though God had whispered it into her ear。 Before her son was even old enough to understand what she was saying； Frieda would tell him of his greatness to e； and she never stopped telling him。 And so； young Toby grew up knowing that he was going to be famous； but having no idea how or why。 He only knew that his mother was never wrong。
Some of Toby's happiest moments occurred when he sat in the enormous kitchen doing his homework while his mother stood at the large old…fashioned stove and cooked。 She would make heavenly smelling； thick black bean soup with whole frankfurters floating in it； and platters of succulent bratwurst； and potato pancakes with fluffy edges of brown lace。 Or she would stand at the large chopping block in the middle of the kitchen； kneading dough with her thick； strong hands； then sprinkling a light snowflake of flour over it； magically transforming the dough into a mouth…watering Pflaumenkuchen or Apfelkuchen。 Toby would go to her and throw his arms around her large body； his face reaching only up to her waist。 The exciting female smell of her would bee a part of all the exciting kitchen smells； and an unbidden sexuality would stir within him。 At those moments Toby would gladly have died for her。 For the rest of his life； the smell of fresh apples cooking in butter brought back an instant； vivid image of his mother。
One afternoon； when Toby was twelve years old； Mrs。 Durkin； the neighbourhood gossip； came to visit them。 Mr。 Durkin was a bony…faced woman with black； darting eyes and a tongue that was never still。 When she departed； Toby did an imitation of her that had his mother roaring with laughter。 It seemed to Toby that it was the first time he had ever heard her laugh。 From that moment on； Toby looked for ways to entertain her。 He would do devastating imitations of customers who came into the butcher shop and of teachers and schoolmates； and his mother would go into gales of laughter。 Toby had finally discovered a way to win his mother's approval。 He tried out for a school play No Account David； and was given the lead。 On opening night； his mother sat in the front row and applauded her son's success。 It was at that moment that Frieda knew how God's promise was going to e true。
It was the early 1930s； the beginning of the Depression； and movie theaters all over the country were trying every conceivable stratagem to fill their empty seats。 They gave away dishes and radios； and had keno nights and bingo nights； and hired organists to acpany the bounding ball while the audience sang along。 And they held amateur contests。 Frieda would carefully check the theatrical section of the newspaper to see where contests were taking place。 Then she would take Toby there and sit in the audience while he did his imitations of Al Jolson and James Cagney and Eddie Cantor and yell out； 〃Mein Himmel！ What a talented boy！〃 Toby nearly always won first prize。 He had grown taller； but he was still thin； an earnest child with guileless； bright blue eyes set in the face of a cherub。 One looked at him and instantly thought： innocence。 When people saw Toby they wanted to put their arms around him and hug him and protect him from life。 They loved him and on stage they applauded him。 For the firs
