de Dominique. As she pushed open the large shop door and stepped onto a mat, a buzzer buzzed. Jodie smiled as she saw two small children playing on a rug near the till.
‘Bonjour, Madame Delahaye,’ the woman behind the counter said, smiling.
‘Bonjour,’ Jodie replied, surprised. ‘How do you know… sorry, umm… comment savez-vous mon nom?’
‘It’s a small village. I know everyone. It’s too early for tourists so you had to be Ben’s new wife. I’m Nicola Bongars,’ the woman said, holding out her hand for Jodie to shake.
‘Your English is very good.’
‘That’s because I am English,’ Nicola said, laughing. ‘Married to a Frenchman.’
‘Like me!’ Jodie said, judging that Nicola had to be older than her, probably in her late thirties or early forties. ‘Are these your children?’
‘Two of them. I have an older son also. Olivier. I don’t usually bring the twins to work but today I’m standing in for the assistant, who has an emergency.’
‘It’s a very inviting shop,’ Jodie said, looking around at the array of things on offer. Conserves, wine, pottery, apple and other fruit juices, sweets and biscuits, fresh vegetables, flowers and plants. A stand by the door held booklets and pamphlets about the local area. ‘Everything here is made or produced locally?’
Nicola nodded. ‘Within a fifty-kilometre area. Were you looking for anything in particular?’
‘No, I was just curious to see what you sold,’ Jodie said. ‘I’ve just had my second French lesson with Madame Colbert and needed a walk to clear my head. My schoolgirl French is very rusty and Madame Colbert is very strict.’
Nicola laughed. ‘She’s a good teacher though. The main thing you have to do is speak French at every opportunity. Do you and Ben speak French at home?’
‘Not really.’ Knowing her understanding of French was poor, Ben always spoke to her in English.
‘Talk to him in French every day for at least an hour and you’ll be surprised at how quickly you improve.’
‘Mmm. That’s a thought,’ Jodie said, not wanting to say how little she actually saw of Ben at the moment or that, when they were together, she wanted their conversation to flow freely, which, if she was struggling for foreign words, it wouldn’t.
‘I see you’ve met Herve,’ Nicola said, looking at the estate agent details Jodie was holding.
Jodie pulled a face. ‘Isn’t he a ball of fire! Sorry, he’s probably a friend of yours but I found him to be very rude. Maybe it was just me?’
Nicola shook her head. ‘No, not you. He’s like that with everyone.’
The door opened and the buzzer sounded as a couple entered the shop.
‘Bonjour,’ Nicola called out.
‘I’d better get going,’ Jodie said. ‘I’ll be back though.’
‘I’m here three or four mornings a week,’ Nicola said. ‘If I’m not here, I’m usually next door. Le Jardin de Dominique,’ she said, seeing Jodie’s puzzled look. Come for a coffee. It’d be nice to chat to someone in my native language for a change.’
‘Thanks, I’d like that,’ Jodie said.
Later, as Jodie waited for Ben to join her for lunch, she looked at the cottage details again. She loved the photo of the sitting room with its French doors opening out onto a terrace. The views of the distant mountains were beautiful too. Maybe Ben would recognise the cottage and know where it was.
‘I see you’ve met the man who annually wins the title “Grumpiest Villager”,’ Ben said as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
‘Well-deserved title, I think,’ Jodie said. ‘I like the look of this cottage. Do you know where it is?’ She handed him the leaflet.
‘That’s interesting,’ Ben said.
‘You like it?’ Jodie said, hope rising that Ben would feel the way she did. ‘Grumpiest Villager said to make a rendezvous with him if we wanted to see it, but is there another way we can have a look without him?’
‘It’s out to the east of the village, near the Italian border. Quite close to Mama. It’s expensive over that way. It’s a nice cottage but it’s not for us.’ Ben helped himself to half a baguette and a slice of cheese. ‘Besides, it’s too small,’ he continued. ‘It’s only two bedrooms and we need at least three and a study for me. The garden isn’t up to much either. Also, in my opinion, it’s overpriced even for that area.’
‘Oh! That’s a shame, I rather liked the look of it,’ Jodie said, disappointed. ‘Houses here do seem expensive. This was the cheapest one in the window. Do we really need three or four bedrooms?’
‘Mais oui – for the family we shall have in the future,’ Ben said.
‘But we could start off with a smaller house and move when we have children,’ Jodie said. ‘That’s what generally happens in England.’
‘Here in France we prefer to find a home where we can grow our families and grow old together, from the beginning. A forever home.’
‘So, why did you say it was interesting?’ Jodie said.
‘I am surprised the owner is selling, that’s all. He’s a friend of Mama’s. It was his family’s holiday cottage for years. He moved back up here last year and I thought he’d planned on living in the area permanently.’
‘What sort of price range are we going to be looking in?’ Jodie asked, hiding her disappointment over the cottage. Knowing the answer to that would at least stop her falling for ones that were too expensive and out of their reach.
‘We can probably afford a bit more than the price of that cottage,’ Ben said. ‘Depends on where we decide to live and what we find – and how well the next book does.’ He stood up. ‘Talking of which. I’ll see you later. Oh, I forgot to tell you… Mama has invited us to supper this evening.’ He gave her a quick kiss and was gone.
Jodie sighed. She’d assumed she and Ben would buy a house somewhere locally, maybe near the village, but perhaps Ben was thinking of moving away? At least she knew the size of house he wanted and had some idea of the price range, but she still didn’t know whether they shared the same taste. Something they still had to discuss. She smiled to herself. At least she knew now that Ben did want children in the future.
Smothering a small sigh Jodie fingered her locket. ‘What d’you think, Mum?’ Talking to her mum when she was worried had become a reflex action. Somehow, holding the locket and voicing her worries out loud helped her. Made her feel her mum was still close.
She could hear Jacqueline’s voice now, telling her to relax. ‘You’re in France and you know everything takes longer here. Once you start looking the right house will turn up, you’ll see. And the answers to all your questions will fall into place.’
