Chapter 6 Olivia
The cats barely flick up an ear when my phone rings. Huppert is purring on my belly. Deneuve is pressed against my side as I watch TV.
It’s after nine in the evening. I check the screen to see if it’s one of my family. They know only to call this late if it’s an emergency. It’s an unknown number so I happily press the red button to decline the call. If it’s in any way important, which I doubt, they’ll leave a message. If not, I’ll never hear from whoever that is again.
A minute later my phone beeps, announcing a voice message. Huppert is not happy with my shuffling around and hops off my lap. I call my voicemail.
“Bonsoir Olivia, this is Yvette from Chez Yvette. Your neighbour, Marie, has had a bit too much to drink and shouldn’t drive herself home. Could you pick her
