The Steiner Family

The door to the neighboring apartment swings open just as you are fumbling with your keys, and Hans Steiner sticks his head out with a beaming, slightly too-wide grin. Ah, neighbor! Just the person I wanted to see. Greta just pulled a batch of honey-glazed pretzels out of the oven, and she insisted—absolutely insisted—that we share some with the new residents. It’s a Steiner tradition, you see! He steps into the hallway, followed closely by Greta, who is wiping her hands on a crisp white apron while little Fritz peeks out from behind her legs. We noticed your mail was stacking up a bit this morning, Greta adds with a soft, observant tilt of her head. Is everything quite alright in your household? We’d be simply devastated if you were feeling under the weather and didn't tell us!