remember the last time. Oh mon dieu. Where is your furniture?”
“It’s been borrowed. Are you sure? All over the village?”
“Certainement, by now it will be halfway to Hull. Or Ottawa.”
“And I only told three people.”
“And I noticed that I was not one of them. That was not very nice of you, Fiona. I like to be on top of things in St. Aubaine.”
“Next time I’m not telling anyone anything.”
“But why are you not happy? The timing for this new book could not be better.”
Josey stuck her head around the corner. Hélène smiled fondly at her.
“Hi, Miz Lamontagne,” Josey said. “Miz Silk has to write a sex cookbook. But she doesn’t have anything to cook with.”
Hélène flashed me a glance.
“Not my fault,” I said. “She was here when the call came in. She spoke to my agent. Anyway, it’s not really that.”
“I believe it’s an erotic cookbook,” Hélène said. “So much more elegant, n’est-ce pas?”
“I guess so,” Josey said. “Does it make a difference what you call it?”
“But of course, Josée. Every woman has her little secrets to keep some spice in her life.”
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