Crime Fraiche (2011)
“For a brief horrible instant she thought it had happened again, like that one time—that single time—she had woken up in the strange bed of a boy she had met at a party. But this was her own bed, in her own apartment. Still, it took her several minutes to find the courage to leave the warm security of her eiderdown and face the desolate flat.
She went into the kitchen, coaxed a café au lait out of the Pasquini, and stared out the window, willing the familiar kaleidoscope of the dawn reflected on... the zinc rooftops of Paris to break her mood.
Two coffees later she was fully awake but still a little disoriented. She’d boiled it down to one of two possible causes: a feeling that she’d made a fool of herself by asking—hell, begging—Jacques to fight her battles for her or having fibbed to Alexandre about why she’d had to spend the night in Paris. Maybe it was both.
At nine she picked up the phone and dialed Maulévrier. Gauvin answered. His continued insistence on addressing her as “Madame La Comtesse”MoreLess
She went into the kitchen, coaxed a café au lait out of the Pasquini, and stared out the window, willing the familiar kaleidoscope of the dawn reflected on... the zinc rooftops of Paris to break her mood.
Two coffees later she was fully awake but still a little disoriented. She’d boiled it down to one of two possible causes: a feeling that she’d made a fool of herself by asking—hell, begging—Jacques to fight her battles for her or having fibbed to Alexandre about why she’d had to spend the night in Paris. Maybe it was both.
At nine she picked up the phone and dialed Maulévrier. Gauvin answered. His continued insistence on addressing her as “Madame La Comtesse”MoreLess
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