Kurt’s interviewing at the ski school, and Jake’s come inside where it’s warm.
A tall blond man in ski clothes entered while she was still on the phone and took a seat on her desk, one thigh raised against the edge. He scowled at the closed door, then at me. What? I was just waiting.
“Did Rudi not decide upon Egon?” His words were to her, but his sneer was to me. “Or does he want corn-fed Americans now?”
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