Desperate Measures
“Sounds French.”
“The first settlers in this area were French.”
“And this is the capital of Vermont?” Pittman sat with Jill at a restaurant table that gave them a window view of New England buildings along a picturesque street. “It doesn’t feel as if many people live here.”
“Fewer than ten thousand. But then only about six hundred thousand people live in the entire state.”
“A good place to hide out.”
“Or to send students to a school that’s isolated enough that they won’t be c...ontaminated by the outside world while they’re being taught to be aristocrats.”
Pittman sipped his coffee. “Do I detect a little anger?”
“More than a little. My parents tried to raise me that way—to think of myself as better than ordinary people. They’re still horrified that I’m a nurse. All those sick people.MoreLess
“The first settlers in this area were French.”
“And this is the capital of Vermont?” Pittman sat with Jill at a restaurant table that gave them a window view of New England buildings along a picturesque street. “It doesn’t feel as if many people live here.”
“Fewer than ten thousand. But then only about six hundred thousand people live in the entire state.”
“A good place to hide out.”
“Or to send students to a school that’s isolated enough that they won’t be c...ontaminated by the outside world while they’re being taught to be aristocrats.”
Pittman sipped his coffee. “Do I detect a little anger?”
“More than a little. My parents tried to raise me that way—to think of myself as better than ordinary people. They’re still horrified that I’m a nurse. All those sick people.MoreLess
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