26: Christmas In St LouisDr Feigenbaum left the house early, unconcerned by the heavy snow that had begun to fall during the night – indeed it seemed his sortie was inspired by it. Over breakfast Eliza had tried to dissuade him from venturing outside, but he paid no attention.
‘Just a light flurry, my dear. Nothing like the amount we used to get in Bavaria. I do love the snow. I am delighted that our first Christmas in St Louis will be a white one.’ He rubbed his hands together and smiled at her, his eyes lit up like an excited child’s. She tried not to think about his use of the words our and first.
Two hours later he returned, riding on a brewery dray cart pulled by a pair of Clydesdale horses. Eliza looked out of the window as they approached and saw him sitting beside the driver, his
