CHAPTER 20“Today is Föhn! Look at this marvelous air!” Aunt Frieda exclaimed, opening the window of the kitchen and leaning outside for a deep breath.
“Föhn? What is this thing called Föhn?” Hubert asked. “I've never heard of it.” He was sitting by the pine table in his brand-new wheelchair. His hands felt rough from pushing the wheels, but he was excited about escaping the narrowness of his room.
“Ah, he's never heard about Föhn,” Toni said, chuckling and turning toward Aunt Frieda, who had returned to her seat on the bench. “That's kind of difficult to believe.”
Toni was a stocky, black-bearded man wearing lederhosen. His eyes smiled in Aunt Frieda's presence. Obviously, she also liked his company. He stopped by often in the afternoon when his carpentry work was done. Today he sat wit
