18“Yoo-hoo!” warbled Constance, after letting herself into La Baraque. She carried a paper bag from the pharmacy, having been in touch with Dr. Vernay’s office and filled the prescriptions at the pharmacy for Molly.
“Bonjour, Constance,” said Molly from the kitchen. “I bet it’s not almond croissants in that bag.”
“No madame, it is not. And I can see by the look on your face that you’re not to be trusted. You are going to take the medicine, aren’t you?”
“Dr. Vernay said it will make me feel terrible. And I’m having a good day today, really I am. So, of course I’ll be taking the medicine—it would be silly not to! But…not today.”
“Molly!”
“Would you be enthusiastic about taking something that was going to make you sick?”
“If it was the only way to get well, yeah! Sorry to be blunt, but
