Chapter 11Steph
“—and then the baron said to his sister…Gabby, he said…”
Steph had heard the story several times already. Having long since become a master at keeping her face attentive, nodding and smiling at the appropriate places, she tuned out. Even if Frau von Ortry noticed she wouldn’t mind, as her joy lay in the retelling and hence the reliving of her little anecdote.
As it was, Steph’s work hours were long over. The menu plan had been approved, a last-minute wrinkle with the kitchen over the vegetarian options for Frau Hugendobel straightened out. She managed to snag a dozen seats for a theatre performance next Thursday. She was sure it was going to be a hit with the residents. Steph had also ensured Natalie had all the important phone numbers both on speed dial and in her email
