The founder of L’Etoile was a woman who called herself French royalty, but rumor is that she ran a brothel in Paris. Maybe both of those stories are true.
It makes me wonder if every old building has some dark s****l secrets, irreverent to the beauty of the place. Maybe there was a deviant s*x club that met in the library after hours. I could look through those shelves for months, for years, and not uncover every secret the building holds.
I won’t be here long enough to find out.
Christopher managed to push through the permits with bribes and threats and who knows what else. The books are going to be dragged to the landfill, the carved wall torn down like plaster.
I’ll be on a plane out of Tanglewood before it happens, because I can’t stand to watch that kind of beauty destroyed. Not l
