When Carolyn and Faith arrived at the hospital, Georgia was just coming out of Jason’s room in intensive care. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“He’s going to be okay!” Carolyn cried as she shared the news with Mitch and her mother. Mom leaned down behind Mitch and asked for medical details. “He came out of the coma last night. They’re moving him into another room tomorrow morning. That’s all I know.”
“How’s Georgia holding up?”
“She’s exhausted, but a lot better than she was.” Carolyn ran her hand over her granddaughter’s head. Faith grinned around her straw and then went back to drinking her milk. People milled around the hospital cafeteria. “Faith got to see Jason this morning. He’s pretty weak right now, but he smiled.” She winked at Faith. “A big smile when he saw his little girl.”
Mitch asked questions, and Carolyn told him as much as she knew. “He’ll be sent back to the States for rehabilitation. Texas, I think.” Carolyn spotted Georgia entering the cafeteria and waved her over. “Georgia just came in. She’s smiling. There must be more good news.”
Georgia leaned in to say hi to Mitch and Hildie, then asked Faith if she wanted to talk with Daddy. He was asking for her. Georgia took Faith by the hand, and Carolyn said she’d follow in a minute.
“Mitch, I’ve been thinking about going to Switzerland in a few days, as soon as we know everything is fine with Jason. I’d like to see Oma’s hometown. Would that be all right with you?”
Mitch nodded. “Mom told me about the letters. Maybe you can even find someone from your grandmother’s friend’s family to give them to.”
“I don’t know if Hotel Edelweiss is still there, but I’ll see what I can find. Georgia will keep Faith here. We bought a few games and crayons and a coloring book to keep her occupied. She’s been good as gold. Jason told her she’s going to grow up to be as beautiful as her mommy. He’s been carrying a picture of May Flower Dawn he took when they were first married and living in San Luis Obispo. Faith thought she was an angel with a halo of light. Jason told Faith her mommy always read her Bible in the morning as the sun was coming up. I told Jason I want a copy of that picture. It would make a wonderful portrait.”
Mom leaned closer so Carolyn could see her on the screen. “Take lots of pictures, honey. I’d love to see where Oma grew up.”
Carolyn searched the Internet and booked one night at the Hotel Schweizerhof in Zurich. The grand old hotel was expensive, but it was right across the street from the train station. Now that her plans were falling into place, she felt like a child facing the first day of school. She laughed silently at herself. Oma had gone around the world by the age of twenty-three! It seemed ludicrous to hesitate in the face of any challenge with Oma’s blood running through her veins. “You have to take life by the horns,” Oma said once.
Oma had certainly done that. Oma had told her about the fake Count and Countess Saintonge who ran the housekeeping school in Bern, about Herr Derry Weib and Chef Warner Brennholtz at the Hotel Germania in Interlaken. She had talked about Lady Daisy Stockhard and her spinster daughter, Miss Millicent, always on the hunt for a suitable husband. It had surprised Carolyn to find out Mom hadn’t heard any of those stories.
She got up early, packed, and kissed Faith on the forehead. Georgia walked her to the door. “I don’t know how to thank you and Mitch for flying me over here, Carolyn.”
Carolyn hugged her. “Jason’s our son, too. I’ll call tonight so you can tell me how our boy is doing.”
She caught the early train to Zurich. The scenery was glorious, the passengers friendly. Hotel Schweizerhof couldn’t have been more convenient. She checked in and asked where she might do some shopping. Her winter coat kept her warm in Sonoma County, California, but she knew after walking from the train station that it wouldn’t suffice in the Alpine country of Switzerland. And she’d need boots instead of walking shoes.
She hunted from store to store until she found a coat and boots at reasonable prices. After a late lunch in Old Town, she headed back toward Hotel Schweizerhof. She spotted the ornately beautiful Swiss National Museum, but it was too late in the day to visit. She went inside the Central Station and had dinner in a café where she could watch travelers come and go.
She called Georgia that evening.
“Jason was in a lot of pain today. Faith and I went out for a long walk.” Georgia laughed. “I needed to wear her out before we went back to the hospital.” Faith had crawled up into bed with Jason while Georgia was in the bathroom. “The nurse found her asleep next to her father, with Puppy Brown tucked under her chin. When she started to move her, Jason told her to leave her there.”
Before calling it a night, Carolyn e-mailed Mitch.
Hotel Schweizerhof is a grand, glorious old hotel right across from the train station where I dined this evening. I’m having dessert now-a bar of Lindt white chocolate with almonds, which was delivered, free of charge, to my room. Tell Mom I’ll bring her some. Off to Steffisburg tomorrow.
Carolyn caught the morning train to Thun. Resting her chin in her hand, she gazed out the window at one picture-perfect Christmas scene after another passing by. Small bursts of color, painted or natural, splashed against the white. The Alps rose like mighty sentinels on guard.
The two-hour train ride passed quickly, and she found herself standing once again in the crisp Swiss air, her breath steaming like a dragon’s. The station manager spoke English. Yes, Hotel Edelweiss was still in business, though it didn’t take in as many guests as it once had. He knew the family very well. “Ilse Bieler and I went to school together.” He made two calls. A room was available. A taxi was on its way.
While she waited, snow fell like goose down after a pillow fight. The driver took her along a small river, across a bridge, and along the main street of what had been Oma’s childhood hometown. A white church with a thick bell tower stood at the end before the road curved right. He drove up the hill overlooking Steffisburg and parked in front of a two-story Bernese-style house. A small sign with Hotel Edelweiss painted in red had been bolted to the dark wood of the house.
As Carolyn walked up the steps, a woman wearing ski pants and a heavy blue and red sweater opened the door. She had dark hair and brown eyes and looked to be in her late thirties, around the same age May Flower Dawn would be, had she lived. Carolyn felt a sudden welling sense of loss. She introduced herself. “Ludwig Gasel called earlier. He said you have a room.”
“Come in, please. I’m Ilse Bieler. My family owns the hotel.” The woman stepped back, leaving the doorway open.
Carolyn liked the cozy feel of the stained wood walls, red sofa and chairs, multicolored woven carpet, and fire ablaze and crackling. Ilse Bieler showed her to a room upstairs with a view of the church steeple among the trees. “We have coffee and cookies downstairs,” Ilse told her, then closed the door as she went out. Carolyn quickly unpacked and went downstairs. She hadn’t come all this way to hide in her room. Ilse Bieler offered coffee. “What brings you to Steffisburg?”
“My grandmother grew up here. I was curious to see if any family members might still be here. She had a special friend who lived here at the Hotel Edelweiss.”
“Really? What was your grandmother’s name?”
“Schneider.”
“A common name. Do you know anything about them?”
“Oma said her father was a tailor and her mother a dressmaker. She had an older brother, Hermann. I don’t know what happened to him. Her mother died young. And she had a younger sister, too. Her name was Elise.”