Our landlord, Walter, is a doctor and when he returned home from church this morning, I asked him to come up and check on the Sweet Pete. After a few minutes consultation, he assured us that Peter would live (whew!) and that the entire house had experienced this inconvenience during the week - even the good doctor. This explained why Katarina and her brothers had not been up to see us since last weekend. We thought it was because their mother worried that they had interrupted us too much (something we overheard her say to them last Sunday). After Walter went downstairs, little Katarina tip toed to our door - at least as much as a 3 year old in ski boots can tip toe - so that she could see "the Petschauer" (her name for Peter). I took her to the bedroom door and let her peek in. She smiled sweetly and waved to him - no doubt improving his life expectancy seven-fold.
Homemade chicken noodle soup and Zwieback.