"Crown's ah expensif," I complained to Wally after we left the restaurant. "Do dentishs in Swishlin take credit cahds?"

"I'll find out for you. Who ever heard of compensating you for a broken tooth with Black Forest cake. Though I have to admit, it was probably the best I've ever eaten. Maybe the best in the world."

That would make Sonya happy.

I returned to the Hotel Bellevue and entered the Swiss Express looking for Nana. If she had no objection, I was hoping we could leave early and catch a taxi back to Lucerne so I could find a dentist. I couldn't leave my tooth untreated. I was making hamburger of my tongue every time I opened my mouth to talk.

I found Bernice eating a piece of Black Forest cake at a table by herself. I wondered if she'd broken a tooth, too. "Wersh Nana?" I asked her.

She frowned at me. "What?"

"Nana." I pointed to the empty seat across from her. "Wheyr ish she?"

"YOUR GRANDMOTHER?" she shouted back. I guess she couldn't remember if her hearing aid was in or out, so she wanted to make sure she could hear herself. "She's out taking pictures. She's been back once already to buy more film. Said she found a cute little church in a place no one back home would believe."

I knew exactly where that was. "Tanks."

Bernice beckoned me closer with her finger. "Just a suggestion, Emily, but if I were you, I'd lay off the sauce this early in the day."

I found Nana at the lookout point where I'd stopped earlier. She was on tiptoes, leaning over the rocky sill at the base of the opening that was carved into the mountain, camera poised against her eye. "Be cahrful!" I shouted at her.

She angled around, surprised. "Have you seen this church, Emily? The Legion of Mary just started a thing where they give a prize to the best black-and-white photo used in the newsletter. If I can get a good picture a this church, I think I'll be a shoo-in. They give extra points for religious content. Did you have a good lunch, dear?"

"Tewwific."

"What?"

"I bwoke my toof."

"Have you been drinkin', dear?"

"MY TOOF!" I pointed to my jaw. "I BWOKE IT."

"No."

"Yath."

"How?"

"On a fock."

Nana's eyes widened for a moment before she flashed a sly grin. "Imagine. Havin' sex at this altitude. How nice for you, dear."

I waved off her comment and shook my head. "I need to fine a dentish."

"We'll go and look for one right away. Just let me get one more shot."

"You wan me to take it fo you? I'm tawler."

"I'm not sure what the rules say about someone else takin' the picture for you, so I better take it myself. I wouldn't want the Legion to accuse me a cheatin'. But you could hold my legs to keep me from doin' a nose dive."

She shimmied far out onto the sill, belly first. Marion Sippel. Also known as Little Egypt. I grabbed hold of her legs, envious that she had no fear of heights. Maybe it had something to do with her lower center of gravity. "Here we go," she said. "That's perfect."