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The next morning, Molly decided to get out of the house and get the marketing done early. She had promised Paul-Henri she would take care of Lucie Severin’s garden gnome problem, and had thought of an easy way to accomplish it. And after the fright Jean Chavanne had given her, she felt grateful to have a nice, easy, non-lethal problem to deal with.
The market was one of the worst Molly had ever been to, thanks to the unpleasant cold. You couldn’t be fooled into thinking it was tolerable when a frosty wind would whip down the street, and it felt as though you might as well be naked for all the protection your clothes gave you. Conversations were limited to the transactions at hand, and no one was in any mood for gossip. Molly got her basket of vegetables and some sausages from her favo
