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nothing he can do about it?”
    â€œIt means there must be something important he’s destined to get involved in. I said to him, ‘You don’t want to go down in history as a meat cutter?’”
    â€œYou picked on him like that, didn’t you, and he always thought you were serious.”
    â€œTell me who you think he looks like,” Honey said. “I don’t mean a movie star.”
    Kevin said, “The first time I opened Walter’s file and looked at his picture? I thought, Is this Walter Schoen or Heinrich Himmler?”
    â€œTell him he looks like Himmler,” Honey said, “Walter nods, lowers his head and says, ‘Thank you.’ Did you know they’re both born the same year, 1900, on the same day, October seventh, in the same hospital in Munich?”
    Kevin stared, not saying a word.
    â€œWalter believes he’s Himmler’s twin brother and they were separated at birth.”
    â€œHe tell you why?”
    â€œWalter says he and Himmler each have their own destiny, their mission in life. We know what Himmler’s is, don’t we? Kill all the Jews he can find. But Walter—I don’t know—five years ago, still hadn’t found out what he’s supposed to do.”
    â€œHe isn’t stupid, is he?”
    â€œHe knows how to run a business. His butcher shop always made money. But that was before rationing. I don’t know how he’s doing now.”
    â€œLast summer,” Kevin said, “he bought a farm at auction, a hundred and twenty acres up for back taxes, a house, a barn, and an apple orchard. He said he’s thinking about going into the home-kill business, have a small slaughterhouse and sell as a wholesaler.”
    â€œHe got rid of his butcher shop?”
    â€œHe still has it. But why would he get into meatpacking? It seems like every day you read about a meatpacker going out of business. The problem, shortages and price controls, the armed forces taking a third of what meat’s available.”
    â€œAsk him,” Honey said, “if he’s a traitor to his country, or he’s selling meat on the black market and making a pile of money.”
    She pushed up from the sofa and headed for the bedroom telling the special agent, “I’ll be ten minutes, Kev. Drive me to work, I’ll tell you why I married Walter.”
    Kevin walked over to Honey’s bookcase and began looking at titles, most of them unknown to him, and saw Mein Kampf squeezed between For Whom the Bell Tolls and This Gun for Hire . He pulled out Adolf Hitler’s book and began skipping through pages of dense-looking text full of words. He turned to the short hallway that led to Honey’s bedroom.
    â€œDid you read Mein Kampf?”
    There was a silence.
    â€œI’m sorry—what did you say?”
    He crossed to the hallway not wanting to shout and came to her bedroom, the door open, and saw Honey at her vanity.
    â€œI asked if you read Mein Kampf .”
    â€œI didn’t, and you know why?”
    She was leaning toward the mirror putting on lipstick, the kimono on Honey in the mirror hanging open and he could see one of her breasts, the nipple, the whole thing.
    â€œBecause it’s so fucking boring,” Honey said. “I tried a few times and gave up.”
    He saw her looking in the mirror at him, holding the lipstick to her mouth, and saw her move the kimono enough to cover the breast.
    She said, “I don’t think you’d like it.”
    â€œI wouldn’t?”
    â€œThe book, Mein Kampf .”

Three
    T hey drove south down Woodward Avenue from Six Mile Road in a ’41 Olds sedan, property of the FBI, Honey looking at shop windows, Kevin waiting. Finally he said, “You and Walter started seeing each other and before you knew it you fell head over heels in love?”
    Honey was taking a pack of Luckys from her black leather bag, getting one out, and using a Zippo she