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Sheila Locklear
"The spicy braised beef with curry sounds amazing. I have only ever had the curry the 'lil old Indian lady who lived upstairs in the apartment makes." She said as she looked through the rest of the menu. When the other person came to speak to Gerulf she was kind of confused and wondered if he was another waiter.

Sheila Locklear
"Well, I hope you are right Mr. Schreck. I have never eaten in a place like this before. While we are waiting why don't you tell me why you decided to leave the Rhineland and come to the home of he free?" She asked as she poured herself a cup of tea from the pot one of the staff had set on the table.

Sheila Locklear
Sheila only shook her head. "If you came to escape the turmoil of Germany then I would say you picked one of the best places in the country to live. It is certainly all peaches and cream here after all." Her tone was mocking but playfully so. "So, Gerulf what was your part in the Great War?" Sheila asked getting a little more serious. She was already on her second cup of tea and had begun to enjoy this little interrogation.

Sheila Locklear
Shelia smirked "So are you a 4F little weakling or just a coward?" She asked not even bothering to look at him. Not a soldier, just a desk jockey how funny. Then again perhaps his boozing had something to do with that....

Sheila Locklear
She was not quite sure how to react to that one, but then again court martials seemed arbitrary. She remembered her brother wrote a letter home about a man being shot for cowardice by his commanding officer. The man had been knocked out when the man climbing ahead of him on the ladder was killed and fell on him. The reason for his execution failure to advance. The fact that he was unconscious for most of it, and the part he was conscious he was trapped under the dead bodies of hos friends was seemingly 'not the issue'. This Gerulf probably got it for being drunk on duty or some other such thing. "Well, I suppose you should be glad you were just a desk jockey then. You are alive and in one piece. With so many dead you are lucky to have survived." Sheila said trying to be polite and not adding like my youngest brother for instance when speaking of the many dead.

Sheila Locklear
"Yes, success in these times is something to be proud of. I am nothing more than glorified typist, paper organizer and receptionist. I wanted to go to school and get higher education but, that was out of the question." She said admitting simple facts. Then she held up her tea cup "here is to jobs that pay the bills, but could be done by trained monkeys." she said with a smirk. Much to her surprise she actually enjoyed this. She may only understand half of the things he said but he did make her laugh. He may have broken the law and be a sot but he was a nice one, whereas many of the men she worked with were stone cold sober but still pestilential fools.

Sheila Locklear
"Well I will give you one thing. You do seem an optimist, perhaps unrealistically so but I suppose it may make this tragic world more bearable." She said more to herself then to him. Finally the food arrived and she could not be happier she was starving the only thing she had eaten was an apple other than that she drank tea all day from the small thermos she kept at her desk. There was far too much work to be done and too few people to do it. Today she seemed particularly behind so she had forgone lunch to try and catch up thanks to some of the other girls skipping out on their shifts.