Chapter Five
“Paris, mes belles dames,” Fred announced as the lorry entered the suburb of Neuilly-sur-Seine.
“Is this where we’re staying,” Martha asked optimistic.
“Not quite,” Fred replied.
“He means we’re headed for the slums. Where are we stopping anyway Fred? Downtown Paris.”
“We have an apartment on the east side. Not obviously affluent like here. More quaint, but safe.”
“Apartment sounds posh,” Martha persisted.
“I’ve only seen a floor plan, but the agent assures me it is of a reasonable condition.”
“Tatty,” Anna decided.
Martha refused to be put off. “So, how many rooms?”
“Le Francais have different ideas to the English. That you must understand. The room is large and has the requisite kitchen and bathroom.”
“The room,” Anna repeated. “One room?”
“Three beds, if you cou
