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The next morning, Molly got up early and had coffee before Ben was awake. As she searched in a drawer for a pair of heavy socks, she saw the roll of fifty-euro bills she had found in the cottage earlier and paused, wondering about it. But there was no time for distractions. She put on her heavy coat, scarf, and hat, closed the front door as quietly as the old thing would allow, and drove the Citroen down rue de Chêne in the direction of the village. Ben would certainly disapprove of her going to the Valettes again, and she herself had misgivings about it. But the sad sweet faces of Giselle and Chloë kept coming into her mind and Molly felt an intense urge to be with them, since it was all she could do.
On the drive, her cell vibrated and as soon as she could, she pulled over to listen
