Chapter 14When we enter the community hall for the dinner dance, I see it has been laid out with long trestle tables and chairs which are covered with coloured cloths to look like the Catalan flag. Each table can hold twenty people and many of the seats have been tilted forward to reserve them for various groups. I see Jean waving furiously at me and signalling for me to come and join him and his party.
“I think Jean has seats for us,” I say.
“I'm not sitting with a crowd of municipal workers,” Francis grumbles. “I'm already involved with them every working day. Come on Marjorie, we'll go and sit with Remy and Bertha Belmont. They're at a table with Michelle Moliner, the estate agent and that new notaire, Pascal Boutiere. The young people can all sit together with the pompiers.”
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