The next morning, the couple hurried to sign the lease on their apartment in Bayeux, and by that afternoon they began moving the furniture in.
“Watch out!” Nick shouted as he maneuvered a queen-sized mattress up yet another flight of stairs.
A downstairs neighbor, who had poked his nose out the door to see what the commotion was about, retreated in a hurry as Nick made his way past. Breanne followed behind, a box of bed linens clutched in both arms.
Inside the apartment, Hervé had assembled the frame and placed the box spring in it. Nick wrestled the mattress on top, and Breanne dropped her box beside it.
“Breanne?” Pascale called from the kitchen, “where do you want the pots and pans?”
“Coming,” Breanne called back, ducking out of the room.
“What’s left?” Hervé asked his son.
Nick
