A/N
*I do apologize for the delay in updating! Hope this chapter makes up for
the wait.
*The Anschluss (Annexation) of Austria to Germany took place on March 12th, 1938. Obviously, this does not fit into the timeline of the movie, which as we all know takes place during the summer. However, as the makers of TSOM thought nothing of changing the map of Europe to fit their needs (Salzburg does NOT border on Switzerland, but, to quote Robert Wise, "In Hollywood, you make your own geography") I guess they weren't too fussy when it came to history, either, placing the Anschluss at the end of the summer. However they forced me to go along with them. Just so as you know - I actually took the trouble of doing a little research here, only to find out I couldn't use the facts. ~sigh~ So, the historical inaccuracy in this chapter is not my fault.. ;-)
Chapter 11 - Home
One morning about a week later, as Maria looked out the windows of the breakfast room, she noticed that the leaves on the trees had turned yellow and red completely. She wondered how it was possible, that she hadn't noticed how late summer had faded into early autumn.
She looked at her husband, who just walked in, returning from the reception desk to check if there was mail for them. As his hands were empty, she assumed that there wasn't.
"I can't believe it's been a month since we arrived here, Georg," she stated, smiling at him.
He cocked his head. "A month already? I could have sworn we've only been here a few days." He smiled back at her and reached across the table to take her hand. His eyes drifted toward Le Monde, the French newspaper that the waiter had brought along with their breakfast. The date on the paper's front paged announced that it was 18 Septembre, 1938. Indeed, only one day short of their first-month 'anniversary'.
Maria followed Georg's gaze and saw his face turn serious as his eyes landed on the newspaper's headlines.
"Not good news, is it?" she asked while trying to read the French headline upside-down.
Georg shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not," he sighed. "I don't like the movements of the Germans at all. "
Their eyes met across the table, serious for a moment while they let reality enter into their personal universe for the first time since they had arrived in Paris.
But even though he was worried, Georg did not want too think too much about the situation in the world around them. Needing to lighten the mood, he smiled at Maria and said: "Have you thought of anything to do today? Because I think we need to shop for a gift."
"A gift?" Maria reacted surprised. They had already bought more souvenirs for the children than they could carry.
"Yes, a gift. Tomorrow is our one-month anniversary and I think my beautiful wife deserves a gift for that. Don't you agree?" And he bent over to kiss her.
***
As Georg and Maria entered the small, but exquisite-looking jeweller's shop on the Champs Elysées, the owner hurried to greet them.
"Bonjour, Madame et Monsieur von Trapp!" he welcomed them enthusiastically.
Georg shook the man's hand and greeted him heartily, and Maria shot a glance at her husband. He obviously knew the shopkeeper well, a fact that somehow didn't really surprise her
Georg introduced her to the jeweller, a bald, wrinkly man with a broad smile and a monocle in one eye, whose name turned out to be Goudet. As Maria extended her hand to him, he brought it up to his lips in a graceful movement and kissed it lightly.
"Je suis enchanté, Madame," he said, smiling up at Maria, who smiled at this somewhat strange, but kind man.
Monsieur Goudet led Georg and Maria to a table in the corner of the shop, asking them to sit down while he would get out a few things he wanted to show them. This rather surprised Maria, they had not even explained what they were looking for.
While the shopkeeper busily rummaged through drawers and cupboards, Maria bent over to Georg.
"It seems he was expecting us," she whispered into his ear.
Georg kept a straight face and said nothing.
"I guess you did more at the reception than just check for mail this morning," Maria concluded, and the twinkle in Georg's eye confirmed that she was right.
At that moment, Monsieur Goudet returned to their table with several display cases and velvet pouches. He put everything on the table and pulled up a chair, sitting across from Georg and Maria.
"Well Madame von Trapp," he began, "your husband has explained to me a bit what he was looking for, but he told me he wanted you to make the final decision yourself. So if you'll look at this and tell me what you think?"
While speaking, he took one of the display cases, taking the glass lid off and showing its contents to Maria. On a bed of red velvet lay an assortment of golden crosses.
"Oh, how beautiful," Maria sighed softly, and looked from the crosses to Georg.
"I want you to pick one out," he told her, taking her hand and squeezing it gently.
Maria's eyes wandered over the different pendants. Some were plain crosses, others artfully made crucifixes with the body of Christ sculpted in detail in the gold.
After short deliberation, she pointed to a plain cross with rounded edges. It was about an inch high and glistened in the soft light of the shop's lamps.
"I like that one," she said, and Georg nodded in agreement. It was the one he'd thought she would choose.
"Ah, I see you have taste," said Monsieur Goudet approvingly. "This is a beautiful piece of jewellery, ma chérie, simple, elegant, and very beautiful. Yes, I can see it would fit you very well."
Maria blushed slightly at his compliment, but it was made in such a nice, sweet way, that she did not protest, as she normally would have.
Monsieur Goudet carefully took the cross out of the display case and placed it on a small piece of velvet, which he lay on the table in front of Maria. She looked at it with eyes wide open in admiration, and then turned to Georg.
"Do you like it?" she asked, wanting his approval.
"My dear, I could not agree more with the words of Monsieur Goudet," Georg said, and Maria shortly leaned into him, placing her head on his shoulder for a moment.
The shopkeeper looked upon them and sighed wistfully. "Ah, l'amour.. .. "
Then he cleared his throat and opened one of the velvet pouches, exposing several gold chains in different lengths and styles.
Maria turned her attention to him again, and together with Georg quickly picked out a rather long, thin chain to go with the cross. While Monsieur Goudet put the chain and the pendant together so she could put them around her neck, Maria gave Georg a soft kiss.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I love you."
***
"I'm glad we're here," Maria sighed as they entered the hotel room later that day. Instead of taking a taxi back to the hotel, they had enjoyed the beautiful autumn afternoon and walked all the way. The walk had been a little longer than they had anticipated, though. Georg looked at Maria as she fell backwards onto the bed. He sat down next to her and took off her shoes. Turning to face her, he bent over to kiss her softly. His hand caressed her stomach, which made her smile.
"You look a little tired," he said.
She nodded. "Don't worry, I'm fine," she assured him, covering his hand on her stomach with her own. "WE are fine, I guess I should say," she corrected herself. "I'm not used to being tired from a little walk, though." She frowned for a second, but then grinned. "I suppose that is one of the privileges of pregnancy!" she quipped.
Georg smiled at her and nodded. "Yes, my dear, I'm afraid so. But I think I know the perfect solution. Just you lie here and wait a second."
Maria followed him with her eyes as he got up and walked toward the bathroom door. Georg disappeared, and within seconds, she heard the tap running and a few splashing sounds.
Soon he came back into the room, drying off his hands on a towel, and walked up to the bed to sit next to her again.
"What you need is a nice, hot bath," he told her.
"Oh yes, that would be lovely," Maria answered, closing her eyes in anticipation. She opened them again as she felt Georg's hands unbuttoning her jacket and looked at him mischievously.
"I'm just helping you to get ready for your bath," Georg smiled innocently, and continued his task. He finished unbuttoning her jacket and pushed it aside, exposing a white blouse. As he moved his hands to the smaller buttons of the blouse, he bent over Maria and kissed her lips. She moaned softly and slid her arms around him, trying to pull him closer, but Georg resisted.
"Not so impatient, Fraulein," he teased her. "I thought you said you were tired? So, let's get you into that tub first."
Maria considered his comment. His light touches had aroused her as they had always done so far, but a hot bath sounded good too...
"There's no need for a dilemma, Fraulein," Georg grinned mischievously, reading her mind. "Be patient, and you can have both. ." he leaned in for another kiss, and when Maria sat up to meet him, he slid his arms around her to undo the zipper of her slip. He quickly finished undressing her and then took her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. The tub was almost full and he gently placed her in the warm water, which smelled sweetly of the rose oil he'd generously added.
Maria sighed in contentment as she felt the warmth envelop her.
"I guess you were right," she smiled at Georg, while sliding in even deeper so that the water reached up to her chin. "This is just what I need."
Georg gazed down at her lovingly. "I'll just leave you in peace for a little while," he said, and bent over to kiss her forehead. "But I'll be back!"
Fifteen minutes later, Georg peeked his head around the bathroom door and saw Maria lying perfectly still in the tub, her eyes closed. At first, he thought she was sleeping, but the contented smile that lingered on her lips told him that she was awake, and just relaxing.
She must have heard him, for without opening her eyes, she said: "This was a great idea, Georg." Her voice sounded low and relaxed, and also, he realised, very sexy.
"Maybe I have an even better idea," he said, as he walked up the bath. He sounded so suggestive that now, Maria did open her eyes and turned her head to him.
"Oh," she said, slightly surprised, but obviously enjoying what she saw.
"Sit up," Georg told her, and when she did, he stepped into the tub behind her. The bath was large enough for both of them and as Georg sat down, he slid his legs along Maria's and gently pulled her back until she was resting against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
"Indeed, this is better," Maria moaned and turned her head upwards to look at him. They tried to kiss, and laughed when Maria couldn't reach beyond Georg's chin. They satisfied themselves with snuggling even closer, and Georg stroked her arms and shoulders as he enjoyed the feeling of holding her to him. She smelled of the rose oil, which had also made her skin soft and a little slippery under his hands. The effect was very sensual and he let his hands roam further. He slid them under her arms and caressed her sides, and felt Maria shiver under his touch. As he found her breasts she moaned and rolled her head over his chest. For a while Maria enjoyed his caresses, but grew a little restless as she was not able to touch Georg in return. She tried to turn around, but obviously the bath tub was not designed for such a manoeuvre, and the water gushed over the side. They both sat up, looking over the edge of the tub at the small lake on the bathroom floor and grinning.
"Maybe we should continue this elsewhere," Georg suggested.
Maria nodded in agreement and they both stood up, causing the water to move wildly and another gush to spill onto the floor.
They didn't have eyes for the bathroom floor though. Georg grabbed a towel from the rack and quickly dried them both up a bit, all the while kissing Maria and not letting her go. They stumbled into the bedroom and fell onto the bed, where they let their passion for each other take over.
***
When Maria woke up, the room was dark. She heard Georg talking softly and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out the time on the bedside clock. It was 8.30 p.m.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked as he put down the phone.
"Room service. I ordered us some dinner," he answered, sliding back under the covers and snuggling close to her. "I didn't think you'd feel like going out anymore."
"No, indeed," she said, and kissed him. "Today is perfect already. Thank you again for the beautiful cross."
He smiled and touched the tip of her nose. "You won't actually get that until tomorrow, Fraulein. It's your one-month anniversary gift, after all."
They remained happily in each other's arms until a knock on the door announced their dinner. Georg slid out of bed and put on his robe. He opened the door at a crack only, not letting the waiter enter their room or even allow him a look inside, as Maria was still in bed. When the boy walked back to the elevator, Georg pulled the small trolley inside. There were two silver-domed plates on it, two glasses, a bottle of wine and a bottle of water, and an evening paper.
Maria sat up in bed, and looked around for something to put on while they had dinner. She found Georg's shirt and decided that would do. When she had put it on, she looked up at him and realized he had not moved from his spot by the door.
"What is it?" she asked softly, dreading the answer.
He turned to her, his face grave, holding the newspaper in his hand.
"The Germans have invaded Austria." ***
The following morning, Georg and Maria were waiting in the lounge until their taxi would arrive to take them to the railway station. The number of suitcases around them was twice the number they had originally brought, as half of them were filled with souvenirs for the children. Marta's stuffed elephant sat on top of the luggage, as it was too large to fit into any suitcase.
"I'm sorry it had to end like this," Georg said, after they had sat in silence for a while.
Maria touched his cheek. "It's been the most beautiful month of my life," she told him. "But now, we need to return to our children and our country."
Georg pulled her close and held her tightly for a while. His face was tight and pale as he thought of what lay ahead of them. Maria stroked his back.
"Don't worry, " she whispered. "Whatever happens, we will get through it together."
And as he kissed her forehead, he knew she was right. He had found his home and his destiny in the arms of the woman he loved. Together, they would indeed get through everything that life would bring onto their path.
He saw a taxi pull up in front of the hotel and kissed her again.
"Come," he said, "Let's go home."
THE END
A/N Maybe not such a happy ending, but I wanted to keep it in sync with the movie.
During the Sixteen going on Seventeen-scene with Liesl, you can see that Maria is wearing a long gold necklace (it's a bit hidden in her cleavage, LOL, but look closely). Despite intensive use of the pause and zoom buttons on my DVD-player I can't make out what it is. but I think it's a cross. And now you know where she got it. ;-)
Please let me know what you think??!! I live off reviews.
*The Anschluss (Annexation) of Austria to Germany took place on March 12th, 1938. Obviously, this does not fit into the timeline of the movie, which as we all know takes place during the summer. However, as the makers of TSOM thought nothing of changing the map of Europe to fit their needs (Salzburg does NOT border on Switzerland, but, to quote Robert Wise, "In Hollywood, you make your own geography") I guess they weren't too fussy when it came to history, either, placing the Anschluss at the end of the summer. However they forced me to go along with them. Just so as you know - I actually took the trouble of doing a little research here, only to find out I couldn't use the facts. ~sigh~ So, the historical inaccuracy in this chapter is not my fault.. ;-)
Chapter 11 - Home
One morning about a week later, as Maria looked out the windows of the breakfast room, she noticed that the leaves on the trees had turned yellow and red completely. She wondered how it was possible, that she hadn't noticed how late summer had faded into early autumn.
She looked at her husband, who just walked in, returning from the reception desk to check if there was mail for them. As his hands were empty, she assumed that there wasn't.
"I can't believe it's been a month since we arrived here, Georg," she stated, smiling at him.
He cocked his head. "A month already? I could have sworn we've only been here a few days." He smiled back at her and reached across the table to take her hand. His eyes drifted toward Le Monde, the French newspaper that the waiter had brought along with their breakfast. The date on the paper's front paged announced that it was 18 Septembre, 1938. Indeed, only one day short of their first-month 'anniversary'.
Maria followed Georg's gaze and saw his face turn serious as his eyes landed on the newspaper's headlines.
"Not good news, is it?" she asked while trying to read the French headline upside-down.
Georg shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not," he sighed. "I don't like the movements of the Germans at all. "
Their eyes met across the table, serious for a moment while they let reality enter into their personal universe for the first time since they had arrived in Paris.
But even though he was worried, Georg did not want too think too much about the situation in the world around them. Needing to lighten the mood, he smiled at Maria and said: "Have you thought of anything to do today? Because I think we need to shop for a gift."
"A gift?" Maria reacted surprised. They had already bought more souvenirs for the children than they could carry.
"Yes, a gift. Tomorrow is our one-month anniversary and I think my beautiful wife deserves a gift for that. Don't you agree?" And he bent over to kiss her.
***
As Georg and Maria entered the small, but exquisite-looking jeweller's shop on the Champs Elysées, the owner hurried to greet them.
"Bonjour, Madame et Monsieur von Trapp!" he welcomed them enthusiastically.
Georg shook the man's hand and greeted him heartily, and Maria shot a glance at her husband. He obviously knew the shopkeeper well, a fact that somehow didn't really surprise her
Georg introduced her to the jeweller, a bald, wrinkly man with a broad smile and a monocle in one eye, whose name turned out to be Goudet. As Maria extended her hand to him, he brought it up to his lips in a graceful movement and kissed it lightly.
"Je suis enchanté, Madame," he said, smiling up at Maria, who smiled at this somewhat strange, but kind man.
Monsieur Goudet led Georg and Maria to a table in the corner of the shop, asking them to sit down while he would get out a few things he wanted to show them. This rather surprised Maria, they had not even explained what they were looking for.
While the shopkeeper busily rummaged through drawers and cupboards, Maria bent over to Georg.
"It seems he was expecting us," she whispered into his ear.
Georg kept a straight face and said nothing.
"I guess you did more at the reception than just check for mail this morning," Maria concluded, and the twinkle in Georg's eye confirmed that she was right.
At that moment, Monsieur Goudet returned to their table with several display cases and velvet pouches. He put everything on the table and pulled up a chair, sitting across from Georg and Maria.
"Well Madame von Trapp," he began, "your husband has explained to me a bit what he was looking for, but he told me he wanted you to make the final decision yourself. So if you'll look at this and tell me what you think?"
While speaking, he took one of the display cases, taking the glass lid off and showing its contents to Maria. On a bed of red velvet lay an assortment of golden crosses.
"Oh, how beautiful," Maria sighed softly, and looked from the crosses to Georg.
"I want you to pick one out," he told her, taking her hand and squeezing it gently.
Maria's eyes wandered over the different pendants. Some were plain crosses, others artfully made crucifixes with the body of Christ sculpted in detail in the gold.
After short deliberation, she pointed to a plain cross with rounded edges. It was about an inch high and glistened in the soft light of the shop's lamps.
"I like that one," she said, and Georg nodded in agreement. It was the one he'd thought she would choose.
"Ah, I see you have taste," said Monsieur Goudet approvingly. "This is a beautiful piece of jewellery, ma chérie, simple, elegant, and very beautiful. Yes, I can see it would fit you very well."
Maria blushed slightly at his compliment, but it was made in such a nice, sweet way, that she did not protest, as she normally would have.
Monsieur Goudet carefully took the cross out of the display case and placed it on a small piece of velvet, which he lay on the table in front of Maria. She looked at it with eyes wide open in admiration, and then turned to Georg.
"Do you like it?" she asked, wanting his approval.
"My dear, I could not agree more with the words of Monsieur Goudet," Georg said, and Maria shortly leaned into him, placing her head on his shoulder for a moment.
The shopkeeper looked upon them and sighed wistfully. "Ah, l'amour.. .. "
Then he cleared his throat and opened one of the velvet pouches, exposing several gold chains in different lengths and styles.
Maria turned her attention to him again, and together with Georg quickly picked out a rather long, thin chain to go with the cross. While Monsieur Goudet put the chain and the pendant together so she could put them around her neck, Maria gave Georg a soft kiss.
"Thank you," she whispered. "I love you."
***
"I'm glad we're here," Maria sighed as they entered the hotel room later that day. Instead of taking a taxi back to the hotel, they had enjoyed the beautiful autumn afternoon and walked all the way. The walk had been a little longer than they had anticipated, though. Georg looked at Maria as she fell backwards onto the bed. He sat down next to her and took off her shoes. Turning to face her, he bent over to kiss her softly. His hand caressed her stomach, which made her smile.
"You look a little tired," he said.
She nodded. "Don't worry, I'm fine," she assured him, covering his hand on her stomach with her own. "WE are fine, I guess I should say," she corrected herself. "I'm not used to being tired from a little walk, though." She frowned for a second, but then grinned. "I suppose that is one of the privileges of pregnancy!" she quipped.
Georg smiled at her and nodded. "Yes, my dear, I'm afraid so. But I think I know the perfect solution. Just you lie here and wait a second."
Maria followed him with her eyes as he got up and walked toward the bathroom door. Georg disappeared, and within seconds, she heard the tap running and a few splashing sounds.
Soon he came back into the room, drying off his hands on a towel, and walked up to the bed to sit next to her again.
"What you need is a nice, hot bath," he told her.
"Oh yes, that would be lovely," Maria answered, closing her eyes in anticipation. She opened them again as she felt Georg's hands unbuttoning her jacket and looked at him mischievously.
"I'm just helping you to get ready for your bath," Georg smiled innocently, and continued his task. He finished unbuttoning her jacket and pushed it aside, exposing a white blouse. As he moved his hands to the smaller buttons of the blouse, he bent over Maria and kissed her lips. She moaned softly and slid her arms around him, trying to pull him closer, but Georg resisted.
"Not so impatient, Fraulein," he teased her. "I thought you said you were tired? So, let's get you into that tub first."
Maria considered his comment. His light touches had aroused her as they had always done so far, but a hot bath sounded good too...
"There's no need for a dilemma, Fraulein," Georg grinned mischievously, reading her mind. "Be patient, and you can have both. ." he leaned in for another kiss, and when Maria sat up to meet him, he slid his arms around her to undo the zipper of her slip. He quickly finished undressing her and then took her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. The tub was almost full and he gently placed her in the warm water, which smelled sweetly of the rose oil he'd generously added.
Maria sighed in contentment as she felt the warmth envelop her.
"I guess you were right," she smiled at Georg, while sliding in even deeper so that the water reached up to her chin. "This is just what I need."
Georg gazed down at her lovingly. "I'll just leave you in peace for a little while," he said, and bent over to kiss her forehead. "But I'll be back!"
Fifteen minutes later, Georg peeked his head around the bathroom door and saw Maria lying perfectly still in the tub, her eyes closed. At first, he thought she was sleeping, but the contented smile that lingered on her lips told him that she was awake, and just relaxing.
She must have heard him, for without opening her eyes, she said: "This was a great idea, Georg." Her voice sounded low and relaxed, and also, he realised, very sexy.
"Maybe I have an even better idea," he said, as he walked up the bath. He sounded so suggestive that now, Maria did open her eyes and turned her head to him.
"Oh," she said, slightly surprised, but obviously enjoying what she saw.
"Sit up," Georg told her, and when she did, he stepped into the tub behind her. The bath was large enough for both of them and as Georg sat down, he slid his legs along Maria's and gently pulled her back until she was resting against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
"Indeed, this is better," Maria moaned and turned her head upwards to look at him. They tried to kiss, and laughed when Maria couldn't reach beyond Georg's chin. They satisfied themselves with snuggling even closer, and Georg stroked her arms and shoulders as he enjoyed the feeling of holding her to him. She smelled of the rose oil, which had also made her skin soft and a little slippery under his hands. The effect was very sensual and he let his hands roam further. He slid them under her arms and caressed her sides, and felt Maria shiver under his touch. As he found her breasts she moaned and rolled her head over his chest. For a while Maria enjoyed his caresses, but grew a little restless as she was not able to touch Georg in return. She tried to turn around, but obviously the bath tub was not designed for such a manoeuvre, and the water gushed over the side. They both sat up, looking over the edge of the tub at the small lake on the bathroom floor and grinning.
"Maybe we should continue this elsewhere," Georg suggested.
Maria nodded in agreement and they both stood up, causing the water to move wildly and another gush to spill onto the floor.
They didn't have eyes for the bathroom floor though. Georg grabbed a towel from the rack and quickly dried them both up a bit, all the while kissing Maria and not letting her go. They stumbled into the bedroom and fell onto the bed, where they let their passion for each other take over.
***
When Maria woke up, the room was dark. She heard Georg talking softly and as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out the time on the bedside clock. It was 8.30 p.m.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked as he put down the phone.
"Room service. I ordered us some dinner," he answered, sliding back under the covers and snuggling close to her. "I didn't think you'd feel like going out anymore."
"No, indeed," she said, and kissed him. "Today is perfect already. Thank you again for the beautiful cross."
He smiled and touched the tip of her nose. "You won't actually get that until tomorrow, Fraulein. It's your one-month anniversary gift, after all."
They remained happily in each other's arms until a knock on the door announced their dinner. Georg slid out of bed and put on his robe. He opened the door at a crack only, not letting the waiter enter their room or even allow him a look inside, as Maria was still in bed. When the boy walked back to the elevator, Georg pulled the small trolley inside. There were two silver-domed plates on it, two glasses, a bottle of wine and a bottle of water, and an evening paper.
Maria sat up in bed, and looked around for something to put on while they had dinner. She found Georg's shirt and decided that would do. When she had put it on, she looked up at him and realized he had not moved from his spot by the door.
"What is it?" she asked softly, dreading the answer.
He turned to her, his face grave, holding the newspaper in his hand.
"The Germans have invaded Austria." ***
The following morning, Georg and Maria were waiting in the lounge until their taxi would arrive to take them to the railway station. The number of suitcases around them was twice the number they had originally brought, as half of them were filled with souvenirs for the children. Marta's stuffed elephant sat on top of the luggage, as it was too large to fit into any suitcase.
"I'm sorry it had to end like this," Georg said, after they had sat in silence for a while.
Maria touched his cheek. "It's been the most beautiful month of my life," she told him. "But now, we need to return to our children and our country."
Georg pulled her close and held her tightly for a while. His face was tight and pale as he thought of what lay ahead of them. Maria stroked his back.
"Don't worry, " she whispered. "Whatever happens, we will get through it together."
And as he kissed her forehead, he knew she was right. He had found his home and his destiny in the arms of the woman he loved. Together, they would indeed get through everything that life would bring onto their path.
He saw a taxi pull up in front of the hotel and kissed her again.
"Come," he said, "Let's go home."
THE END
A/N Maybe not such a happy ending, but I wanted to keep it in sync with the movie.
During the Sixteen going on Seventeen-scene with Liesl, you can see that Maria is wearing a long gold necklace (it's a bit hidden in her cleavage, LOL, but look closely). Despite intensive use of the pause and zoom buttons on my DVD-player I can't make out what it is. but I think it's a cross. And now you know where she got it. ;-)
Please let me know what you think??!! I live off reviews.