Chapter 7: KerstinCrap. Ralf’s car shouldn’t have been in the driveway. But Kerstin had no choice. Having Googled the weather in Texas while waiting for her hairdresser to put the finishing touches on his last customer, she’d learned that it could be anywhere from zero to twenty degrees Celsius in Texas right now, which meant she had to retrieve some of her lighter shoes from the house. So here she was. Squaring her shoulders, she put her key in the lock and opened the door. Classical music greeted her, one of the Beethoven pieces Ralf was so fond of. The door to his study was closed, though. She found him in the kitchen where he was pouring himself a glass of Gruner Veltliner, a dry white wine that he special ordered from an Austrian winery.
“How come you’re not working?”
“We had a depa
