The largest of the women announced, "We're here."
Meyfarth cleared his throat. "And you are?"
Not one of the Saxe-Something dukes for whom Meyfarth had worked over many years had a duchess who could have matched the arrogance of her answer. "The Auditors." The capital letters were inherent in her tone.
It had slipped his mind that when Herr Bellamy, the deputy secretary of state of the New United States, made his visit to Würzburg earlier in the summer, Herr Salatto had, in passing, mentioned that it would be a good thing for the administration of Franconia to have auditors. Apparently, it now had them. Forcing to his face the kind of smile with which people almost universally greet the announcement of an investigation by the General Accounting Office, Meyfarth rose, invited them to take chairs, and went into Herr Salatto's office.
Steve was pushing papers. At the announcement of auditors, he asked, "Who?" and pushed another piece, this time right across the desk and onto the floor.
Meyfarth retrieved it. "They announced themselves by function, not by name. As in, `the bishop' or `the baron.' They seem to think that you expect them and know all about it."
"Let me take a look through the peephole." One of the first amenities that Meyfarth had added to the inner office was a small aperture, screened in the outer office by a large vase of dried flowers, through which Steve could look out and get a preview of the people to whom he would shortly be speaking.
Twenty seconds later, Steve said, "Holy smoke," and sank down on the hard bench on which his visitors sat. Then: "Coffee. Have one of the kids make a whole pot of coffee. Smile, tell them you're ordering coffee, and that I'll be right with them. Then come back in here through the rear door before you go into the reception room again."
Meyfarth left. Steve headed toward the back offices where his wife Anita and several other Grantville natives worked. This was beyond an old Baltimore boy. "Anita," he beckoned. "I need a fast low-down."
Among the things for which Meyfarth admired his uptime boss was that he was so fast with a summary. By the time he had ordered coffee, Anita Masaniello—she had kept her maiden name—and Fräulein Murphy, who was in the back room with her, had scribbled down the following for him to read on his way back to the outer office.
Estelle McIntire. The skinny one. About forty-five. She was born Estelle Colburn; she's Huddy Colburn's cousin; he's a big muck-a-muck in real estate in Grantville. Married to Crawford McIntire. One grown son. Methodist; she got her husband to change over from Presbyterian when they married.
Willa Fodor. The short one. About the same age as Estelle, maybe a year or so older. Born Willa Voytek; she's Cyril Fodor's wife. One married daughter—that's Lynelle, married to Paul Calagna who is here in Würzburg with the Special Commission. You've met Lynelle—she wasn't about to be left behind in Grantville for who-knows-how-long; she packed up the kids and came along. Willa is Catholic, as you can guess. Cyril and Willa had a couple more kids, lots younger than Lynelle, left uptime, one in college and one in the army. Willa finished high school after she had Lynelle; then started college and had finished two years, going part-time, when she got pregnant again. About then, Cyril and his brother decided to start their own business, an auto repair and body shop. She quit school for a while to help manage bookkeeping end of it; then the next kid came along and she never got around to going back to college.
Maydene Utt. The big one. Born McIntire. Also a year or two older than Estelle. She's Crawford's sister, so she's Estelle's sister-in-law. Also switched from Presbyterian to Methodist when she got married. Bit of hard feelings in the McIntire family there. Belva, the third sibling, has gone off to Geneva with her husband so he can be trained as a super-deacon to help Enoch McDow at the Presbyterian church. Two grown sons; one of them, Farley, has a down-time wife.
All three of the gals are corkers. Estelle and Maydene have some college, too. They worked outside of Grantville as commuters before the Ring of Fire. In offices, somewhere. I don't know exactly what they did. Some early meeting after it happened, one of the less perceptive of the Civil War reenactors got up and started spouting off about how, now that we were back in the past, the ladies would go back to their proper roles and stay home drying vegetables and keeping house. Estelle, Willa, and Maydene stood and started yelling about the stupidity of expecting Grantville to waste half of its talent. Things got pretty lively from there.
Terry Sterling saw the right temperament and grabbed all three of them right away as auditor trainees for his accounting firm.