17Molly was long gone, already back at La Baraque thinking about whether to put a lemon in the chicken cavity or possibly take a swim in the new pool, when André Lebeau started making his way through the crowded market. He had waited for the moment of peak crowd size and judged it perfectly. He moved along, kissing cheeks and exchanging greetings, smiling at everyone, and throwing out a few winks at young women who watched him with big smiles.
Since he had no government position—and no job either, to be precise—he could not do much more than make promises about what he would do if he were elected, but he made sure that every small business owner he met got an earful about how much better his business would be with Lebeau on the council.
Less red tape! Lower taxes! More flexibility to exp
