Max. Jewish fist fighter. Inside, she said all of it. Maxi Taxi. That’s what that friend called you in Stuttgart when you fought on the street, remember? Remember, Max? You told me. I remember everything …. That was you—the boy with the hard fists, and you said you would land a punch on death’s face when he came for you. Remember the snowman, Max? Remember? In the basement? Remember the white cloud with the gray heart? The Führer still comes down looking for you sometimes. He misses you. We all miss you. The whip. The whip.
