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2020-10-12 03:22:46Frau Gerling looked at her reproachfully. Of course, Amelie had known that Ms. Gerling also had to go outside with her Spatzi and therefore deliberately put her walk around so that she didn't run the risk of having to go with her. If the incident with the stranger hadn't happened, she would have been back in the apartment long ago.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't know that they wanted to go too. "
Amelie put on an expression of pity.
“Our new neighbor has no manners either. Has lived here for three days and doesn't even have the decency to introduce himself. The youth of today ... "
She shook her head disapprovingly.
“Maybe he just hasn't gotten around to it yet,” she defended Sven.
“He's definitely someone like the Pietschmann from above. But the landlords really get everything into the house. The main thing is that the apartments are occupied. They don't have to live with these people. "
Amelie put on a small smile. You might think what you wanted of HP, but most of the time you didn't really get much of it. So you couldn't really accuse him of noise pollution or other offenses. And Sven has not yet given the impression of being a ruthless rental nomad.
"Well, that could be ... I really have to get up and lie down now, Ms. Gerling. Excuse me."
With that Amelie left the elderly lady standing and trudged up the stairs with Idefix under her arm.
She got ready for bed and crawled under the covers. Idefix had already made himself comfortable in his basket below her head end.
Amelie closed her eyes and mentally beamed herself back to the old church and the ominous stranger. She had never had such a bizarre encounter. Although she had frightened his behavior and appearance on the one hand, he had somehow fascinated her on the other. He wasn't from here, she was sure of that. From the occasional sale in the bakery, she knew almost every face of the local villagers. And she had definitely never seen him here before. She was annoyed that she didn't know anything about him. She didn't even know his name. She tried to come to terms with it and forget the encounter. But even in sleep, the stranger still controlled her thoughts.
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The cell phone alarm clock rudely tore her out of her confused dream at a quarter past one . She had been lying in her bed and an icy cold had enveloped her body and finally woke her up. When she opened her eyes, the stranger was standing at the foot of her bed and looking down at her with his golden-brown, shining eyes. Then she heard a noise and only turned away for a second and he was gone again. Just vanished into thin air.
Amelie yawned and pushed back the covers and stomped into the bathroom unmotivated. A good quarter of an hour later she left the apartment on her bike for the bakery. The airstream blew the cold night air mercilessly around her nose. She pulled her scarf a little higher over her chin and started pedaling faster. After every breath she let out white clouds, which were immediately blown away by the wind. Dippold was dead at this time. She drove in the middle of the main road, since there were no cars to worry about.
The lights were already on in the Otte bakery. Amelie drove to the little back yard and parked her bike.
"Morning, Amelie", Mr. Otte greeted her in a friendly manner while he stacked the empty bread crates in front of the bakery.
"Good Morning. Pretty fresh outside. "
She blew warm breath into her hands and then rubbed them together.
"Hey, Niels," she called to her colleague as she entered the bakery.
Niels was wiping the work surface, looked up and raised his hand with a friendly smile.
Amelie headed for a small back room and took her work clothes from her compartment. White coat, blue apron, slippers and of course a hairnet.
Fully dressed, she joined Niels and Mr. Otte in the living room and helped them prepare the necessary ingredients.
“I have to tell you something right now. Yesterday I had something like a meeting of the third kind, ”she whispered to Niels, who raised his blond eyebrows in amusement and nodded in agreement.
Amelie operated the ruined huge dough mixer, formed bread rolls and pushed the loaded baking trays into the ovens. When the first delivery truck arrived to pick up the fresh baked goods, Mr. Otte disappeared from the room and helped the supplier load the right boxes.
Niels then nudged Amelie with his elbow while she was forming a pretzel and gave her an inviting look.
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