I imagine myself holding her hand and taking her out of the building to the parking lot. Putting on her seat belt in the back. Me sitting in the driver’s seat. Starting the car. “Let’s go somewhere really far away, Grandad,” a squeak comes from the back seat. I smile into the rear-view mirror and say, “Yes, my darling, let’s do that.” I’m lying beneath a starry sky. I could … We’re not that dissimilar, Herr Beck.
