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“I know it was short notice, thank you for coming,” said Ben to Molly as they stood outside La Petite Nuage, a small restaurant in Bergerac.
Molly bristled, thinking he was talking to her like she was a client or bare acquaintance rather than the woman he was going to marry in a matter of days. “It’s been something of a morning,” she mumbled, saying nothing about being accosted by Fletcher Barstow. “So, what’s the deal? We’re going to have lunch with Petit’s neighbors?”
“Here’s my thinking. We’ve been talking to the group individually, but these people have lived next to each other for decades. Rue Lafayette is like its own little ecosystem. I thought it might be interesting to see how they interact with each other, not just us.”
Molly shrugged. “All right. It’s a decent idea.”
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