CHAPTER 25
I saw Jim off that evening; he was flying back to London and from there on to New York. Then I drove back to Wiesbaden. The last few days had become a turning point in my work at Prittmanns. Somehow, it all appeared a bit unreal. Only a week ago I was in deep despair, at my wit's end. Now I could foresee a solution to our problems – in the person of Jim Hawkins. An overweight, technical genius and a financial wizard. And the road sign to our future.
Liz and Meg were anxious to know what had come out of the talk with Jim earlier that day. I invited them for dinner at the small family restaurant on the river. Very quiet and very private. The place I'd been to on occasion with Marie in happier days.
There were only a few diners beside us. We chose a window table with a view o
