For one, my grandmother, who always made a show of “reading” tea leaves at our events, did a reading for one of the Magyar ladies that didn’t seem to be for show. Today, everything has become very complicated for my family. Tragically, a woman died at this event, and even more distressing is the fact that she seems to have been murdered-at least that’s what the police who came to the scene are telling us. Riverwood has an unusually high population of Hungarians, and my family contains two immigrants from what my grandmother sometimes calls “The Old Country.” Recently a group of Hungarian ladies held an event at our tea house sponsored by their parish Magyar group (Magyar means “Hungarian” in Hungarian). I love working at the tea house, but I also love collecting things, particularly Hungarian porcelain, and I hang around at an antique shop in town called Timeless Treasures, where my friend Falken Trisch has taught me a lot about objet d’art. My grandmother, my mother and I run a place called Maggie’s Tea House we specialize in European-style high tea. I live in a pretty apartment in Riverwood, Illinois, the town where I grew up with my brother Domo, my American father and my Hungarian mother. My name is Hana Keller, but my Hungarian grandmother calls me Haniska (pronounced HONNISHKA), an affectionate diminutive I’ve grown used to.
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