Inside the house, Breanne headed into the kitchen.
“Bonjour, Madame,” she said to Pascale, “est-ce que je peux vous aider?”
“Yes. Here, wash these vegetables,” Pascale said in a curt voice as she handed Breanne a colander full of broccoli. Breanne ran it under the faucet and shook gently to remove the excess water.
“Did you find an apartment?”
“I think so. Actually, Nick is choosing, since he has to be close to his work. It's not as important for me to be in a convenient place, since I'm not able to pay.”
“It's not right,” Pascal said.
“I know, but what can I do? I can't work in France. Not until after Nick and I get married, and even then, it will be difficult.”
Pascale made an unpleasant face.
“What's wrong, Madame?”
“Everything. You're taking advantage of him.”
“I don't want t
