There was a beat in between Violet's swear and Mathilde's voice. Carl couldn't make heads or tails of anything going on and had no f*****g clue what to do within himself except to place some space between him and Violet's body.
"Alors, c'est qui tu as vu?" Mathilde asked, bewildering Carl with her harsh tone of voice. (So, this is who you've been seeing?)
"Comment avez-vous su que je voyais quelqu'un?" Violet asked. (How did you know I was seeing someone?)
"Appelez ça l'intuition de la mère. Depuis combien de temps ... ça dure?" Mathilde asked, her voice measured, inscrutable. (Call it mother's intuition. How long has... this been going on?)
"Depuis le Nouvel An. Mais ce n'est pas ce que vous pensez." Violet looked over at Carl. "Je l'aime." (Since New Year's Eve. But it's not what you
