L’AVENIR DE DAISY“Daisy! Ça va?”
“Ça va bien, Madame de Courcy. Et
vous?”
“Et tu, Daisy! Je suis heureux pour vous d’utiliser l’adresse informelle
lorsque nous sommes par nous-mêmes.”
Madame de Courcy pulled up a
chair in front of her desk and pointed at
it. Daisy sat down. She wanted to go to the library and take out some books for
English, but Madame wore her usual, fevered look. Impossible to refuse.
The French teacher had been born
in the UK, but her parents had emigrated to Paris when she was a child. She’d
spent thirty years there, the happiest years of her life her time as a student
in Paris, she told Daisy. She hadn’t said why
she’d left. Daisy assumed it had been a romantic attachment gone wrong. Madame
never talked about Monsieur de Courcy.
Daisy was Madame’s favo
