24FeliciaThe festival is in full swing by the time we park up on the outskirts of the village. People charge by us dressed in all the colors of the rainbow. Long, flowing fabric which flutters behind them like capes. Lance looks over the roof of the car at me, teeth clenched, but there’s a smile at the corners of his lips. I think what I said to him has calmed him down. I’m glad. I don’t want Lance to be angry. Angry. Consumed with rage is more like it.
He walks around the car and takes me by the hand.
“Let’s get through this madness and find a*****e,” he says.
“Do we have money?” I ask.
He shakes his head, his blue eyes dark, and I know he’s planning to rob the store. I saw him steal a man’s car, after all. I want to stop him. I don’t want some innocent French shop owner to be the vic
