Kirsten had cursed herself roundly -under her breath of course- after her conversation with Wanda. Letting such a valuable source of information simply walk out the door had not been her finest moment. She'd thumped her fist hard against her thigh as though to punish herself for the error.
Wanda, it seemed, was exerting her natural authority as a gentle-lady and the others -including, much to Kirsten's surprise- Kirsten herself- were readily following her lead. Either the woman had a fine talent for acting which surpassed Kirsten's own, or she had a hithertoo unexpected ruthless streak a mile wide.
And as for Johann? Well, it was almways the quiet ones, wasn't it?