Chapter Nine
Fred made the call, to a possible customer near Reims east of Paris about sixty kilometres from the Belgium border. “Not the best sales pitch I’ve made,” he admitted after replacing the receiver.
“Sounded alright,” Anna reckoned.
“Was he still interested?” Martha asked.
“Yes. Yes he was interested. He would like to view a piece this weekend.”
“Which piece?” Martha continued.
“A pillory for his ornamental garden. Or so he claims.”
“That’s dull,” Anna concluded.
Fred tossed the possibility. “It’s a chateau so not small.”
“Will you take the truck?” Anna asked.
“I don’t think a taxi will be up to it.
Martha stirred her coffee for the fifth time. Deep in thought she said. “What sort buy those things? I mean it’s not the type of furniture you’d have in your parlour is it?
