ROCKENDORF'S IS ONE of the outstanding restaurants in Germany, its art nouveau decor long serving as a symbol of Berlin's prosperity.
When Diane walked in, she was greeted by the maitre d'. "May I help you?" "I have a reservation. Stevens. Miss Fronk is going to meet me here." "This way, please." The maitre d' seated her at a corner table. Diane looked around carefully. There were about forty customers in the restaurant, most of them businessmen. Across from Diane's table, an attractive well-dressed man was dining alone.
Diane sat there, thinking about her conversation with Heidi Fronk. How much would she know?
The waiter handed Diane a menu. "Bitte." "Thank you." Diane glanced at the menu. Leberkds, Haxen, Labskaus?She had no idea what any of the dishes were. Heidi Fronk could explain them.
Diane glanced at her watch. Heidi was twenty minutes late.
The waiter came to the table. "Would you like to order now, fr
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