Chapter 10: SilkeIt was late by the time Silke walked to her car. Despite sporting a bruise on her hip and two broken fingernails from more than eight hours of continuous unpacking, not to mention some unsightly dark smudges on her blouse, she was smiling. Everyone was so nice here. Used to the dour faces at the big reference lab that had been her main customer in Germany, this certainly made for a refreshing change. Countless how are you?’s and can I help you?’s, and the young evening-shift tech with the funny name of “Jaime” had even helped her break down some boxes and cart them to the loading dock.
Even that bossy Latina woman, the one Henry had warned her about when he showed her around last week, had been nothing but delightful. Ana or something, wasn’t it? The woman easily weighed
