Camille shook her head. “I was stupid. Really stupid. Invading your privacy. I am just grateful you have not reported me.”
“You’re quite at ease with being half naked.”
She smiled. “You like what you see Monsieur?”
“Very much. But you have dodged the question.”
“Not a question monsieur it was an observation.”
“Are you going to answer me?”
“I work not only here. I also do some nights at a club. I take my clothes off and that is all I do. So yes, I am used to such.”
“Tell me Camille have you any marks on your derriere at this moment?”
“Qui.”
Not by your Mother’s best friend though?”
“Non.”
“This is like getting blood out of a stone!”
Martha checked her stripes in a mirror a finger tentatively feeling one. “It’s her business Stef. Leave her be.”
“Just wondered if we have a street
