15The next morning was a chilly, gray Saturday, and Molly was determined to get to the market since she had missed it the week before. Market day was the best place to get the freshest food, of course—straight from nearby farms. It also happened to offer the freshest gossip from an even wider variety of sources.
As she drank coffee and got Bobo fed, the guests drifted into the living room of La Baraque and peppered Molly with a steady stream of questions: Was there anyplace to get octopus? Could she explain European shoe sizes? Did she know that Castillac had faster internet than Charleston? Had she heard anything from the gendarmes about when they might be able to leave?
“Sorry,” said Molly. “I’m afraid I don’t know anything more than you do about the investigation or how long they expe
