Chapter 41 Miranda
After I have gotten rid of the children’s party, François is waiting for me, trampling of curiosity. ‘Come on, tell me about it.’ And of course I can’t escape telling him extensively about the detectives’ suspicions.
When I’m done talking and François has heard my story with lots of ahs and ohs coming from his mouth, he can’t help himself but talking about that Hansen guy. ‘How scrumptious he was, that one detective.’ I almost see him lick his lips when I see him remembering Hansen. Knowing his taste in men, it has to be this detective. I can’t imagine that there might be anyone who might be interested in that stiff dork of a Michelson. Although I honestly don’t want to think about all that’s happened, it doesn’t take long before it revolves around the theme of men. Ye
