Hurt, Pascale trudged out into the garden to talk to her husband.
He took one look at her face and said, “You won't get any sympathy here, love. If you said something unkind to that girl, I'll be unhappy with you too.”
“Why has everyone taken her side?” she demanded, a hint of a whine in her voice. She flopped into the chair beside Hervé and poured herself a large glass of cider, taking a deep sip.
“Because it could be much worse,” Hervé replied matter-of-factly. “If you're holding out hope that Nick will eventually find a French girl, you're dreaming. Since he was barely an adult, he has had one relationship after another with American women, all four of them much more difficult than this one. Since this is the way it's going to be, be thankful the one he's going to marry is polite and
