13The next morning, to Bobo’s great disappointment, Molly got out of bed and zipped into the village on her scooter without having coffee. She wanted to pick up fresh pastries for her guests at Pâtisserie Bujold and have a leisurely breakfast at the Café de la Place before starting in on the day’s chores.
The sight of the red-enameled shop made her mouth water, and as she parked the scooter she was already struggling to decide which pastries to get.
“Bonjour, Edmond!”
Edmond Nugent, proprietor of the bakery, gave Molly a wink and a wave as he finished helping a customer who was buying a dozen beignets.
“Au revoir, Malcolm,” Molly said to the young man, and he mumbled a goodbye to her on his way out.
When the man had left, Nugent leaned across the counter and said, “Look out for that o
