passionately dark eyes and a kissable mouth, asked if he had time on
Sundays to go dancing--she liked him very much. Mechenmal answered
that he would not object to satisfying Miss Frida's inclination
occasionally. The servant girl reminded him embarrassingly often of
his promise.--Every Tuesday afternoon a certain Mr. Simon, who lived
in an open sanitarium, and was always accompanied by an attendant,
asked for the magazines for undertakers; if there were not enough
available, he went off peeved, cursing the crematorium.--Kuno Kohn
also came a few times every week, rarely to buy something, mainly to
visit his friend and to make an appointment for the evening
rendez-vous.--Students, ladies, officers, workers bought their
newspapers. Only Ilse Leipke, in spite of Mechenmal's repeated
requests, refused to come to the kiosk.

This was a whim of Ilka Leipke. She had much time for herself and
complained to her beloved many times that the days were more boring
than the nights. Ilsa Leipke also loved her sweet dwarf no less than
in the early days of their acquaintanceship, even though Mechenmal
was increasingly high-handed and nasty in his treatment of her. It
went so far that he enjoyed it when she cried; he was never content
until he had brought her to tears. Then it gave him pleasure to
comfort her. Afterwards, however, he was very good to her; basically,
he loved her. He let Ilka Leipke caress and kiss him. He was a bit
larger than she, but she held him on her young body like a child.
They told stories to each other. They laughed. They kissed. They
often went over the story of the way they met. They discovered
thousands of new details, or made something up because it was fun.
The girl found, a box in which small items lay, a clipping from a
newspaper, which read like this: