4Sunday mornings were usually very quiet in Castillac, especially if the night before had been as much fun as the party at La Baraque had been. Molly knew it was nothing but luck, but for some reason, the guests who had been so grouchy on their own had been brilliant once they were all together, getting along like gangbusters and staying up talking and drinking until long after midnight.
Bobo woke Molly up by licking in her ear. “Bobo! Quit that!” she said, reluctantly sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She had not had too much to drink, she was thankful of that. She guessed she might be the only one waking up at La Baraque that morning without a terrible hangover. While she waited for the coffee to finish dripping, she texted Ben asking if he would like to meet her at the café de la Place
