âSo, you come here vit your hoity and toity vords. Do you think to take over my kitchen? Is that vhat this is all about?â
âNot at all. In fact, Iâd hoped we could get along. I didnât catch your name, by the way.â
âMy name? You vant my name?â
âYes.â She smiled sweetly.
He looked about to explode. âI am Rudolf Goetring.â
She had never heard of him. âMr. Goetring, Iâll be creating the Christmas dinner for the TV show.â She walked over to the pantry, opened thedoor, and stepped inside, checking the shelves. âI thought it would be lovely if we could work together, since I need to test the recipes Mr. Tarleton will be giving me, as well as get to know the equipment.â
âSo thatâs vhat you thought, is it? Get out of there!â
She came out, pleased with what she saw, and began opening cupboards.
âNo one has said a vord to me about you or any of this! Vhat am I here? Am I some dog barf? You think you can just svoop in and take over? I have vork to do! I vant you out.â
She tried to open a door on the far wall, but it was locked. âWhatâs this?â
âThe maidâs quarters. You canât go in there! You canât stay in here!â
âMaking coffeeâpoorlyâand opening packages is hardly work.â She checked cabinets under the sink and counters. âI have a real job to do. You get out!â
âI must vork on the lunch,â he protested.
She was becoming truly irritated, and opened a door that led to a basement. It must be the wine cellar. âLunch is catered.â
âNot for Mr. Tarleton.â He lifted his chin.
She shut the door and gave the kitchen another quick once-over. âFine. It still wonât require you to use the entire kitchen. I need it this afternoon. Iâm going to talk to Mr. Tarleton. I will be back.â
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âI think he went into town,â Mariah said when asked Tarletonâs whereabouts. âThe equipment isall fouled up. Some fool plugged things into the wrong slots. Em threw a temper tantrum and left.â
âOh, dear!â Angie was glad she hadnât tried to talk to him earlier. They were standing on the front veranda. She eyed the crew filling the fake-snow machine. âYou know it doesnât snow in St. Helena, except maybe once in ten years.â
âThey want snow,â Mariah said.
Angie decided not to argue. âDo you expect him back soon?â
âI guess.â Mariah turned away.
âButâ¦Iâve got to get started preparing the Christmas dinner.â
Mariah looked at her as if she were crazy. âRelax! The dinner scene wonât be for a week. Maybe longer.â
âA week?â Angie was dumbfounded. âWhy was I asked to come here already?â
âBeats me.â
Angie couldnât believe it! She liked being at Eagle Crest, meeting celebrities and so on, but she saw no reason to be here a week early twiddling her thumbs when she could be home with Paavo twiddling something a lot more interesting.
As Angie stepped back into the house she was greeted by the foyer Christmas tree whirling and playing âWe Wish You A Merry Christmas.â
âBah, humbug!â she said, and entered the dining room. Maybe if she tried to visualize how sheâd like to present the food sheâd be less upset.
âAngie, excuse me,â Mariah called. âSomeoneâs here to see you.â
In the doorway stood her sister Bianca, the oldest of the five Amalfi daughters. She looked a lot like Angie, except that she was at least twenty pounds heavier, her hair was straight and chin-length, and she had a preference for polyester slacks over designer outfits.
âI heard you were here. I couldnât believe it!â Bianca shrieked. âI loved this show! I simply adored it! Look at this house! Itâs like being on TV. Angie, how can you stand