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On Tuesday Ben took off early for Bergerac, and seeing a nearly bare refrigerator, Molly drove into the village to have breakfast at the café de la Place by herself.
The cold spell had broken but it was still not anywhere near warm enough to eat on the terrace. Inside, Pascal flashed his trademark smile and the smell of roasting meat and onions was comforting. Feeling a bit lonely, Molly looked around for someone to join but saw no one she knew.
“Feels a little more civilized out there, no?” said Pascal, wiping his hands on his apron as he came over to Molly’s table.
“It is warmer. But…” Molly shrugged. “I wouldn’t say it’s nice.”
“I wish it were August year ‘round.”
“You and me both. What masterpiece has your mother cooked up today? I’ll take the Special for now, but I might be b
