Goodbye, Janette

Goodbye, Janette

NOTES FROM

Goodbye, Janette

Harold Robbins

Tanya,
"I’m called back to Berlin,” he said heavily. She looked at him. “For how long?” “Permanently,” he said. “My job here is finished. There are production problems in the Fatherland they want me to look into.” She was silent for a moment. “I’ll begin packing immediately.” “No.” His voice was abrupt. “You’re not coming with me.” She looked at him without speaking. “I can’t bring you to Germany,” he said awkwardly. “My family—” “I understand,” she said quickly. She took a deep breath then forced a smile. “I have no complaints. At first it was only for six weeks, remember?” “It is not over,” he said. “I have plans.” “I don’t want you to endanger yourself,” she said. “There will be no danger,” he answered. “I have asked Maurice to join us at breakfast tomorrow and I will explain them all to you.” She was silent for a long moment. “When do you have to leave?” “Friday.” She looked deep into his eyes. “This is Tuesday,” she said, rising. “Come to bed. We have not much time left.”