Chapter Thirty-EightThe following day was no easier for Achille. When he took the boy some breakfast, he noticed his tear-stained cheeks, and the sight made him feel sick to his stomach. He never wanted the boy! And his thoughts were so fractured and jumping around that he could not think of a single plan for what to do with him.
He kept having ideas—fantasies, really, and he well knew it—such as giving the boy some medicine that would make him forget he was ever in Achille’s barn. Forget that he was a spy, trying to ruin everything for his neighbor who had never done anything to him.
Achille kept to himself, he had never made any sort of trouble for the boy. Why had the youngster turned against him like this?
Well, first things first. With great effort, Achille pushed the problem of th
