~Twenty-Seven~The rumble of so many voices echoed merrily within the stone enclosure of the Queen's Staircase, and the tang of fall flowers, the bright mums and tall sunflowers, replete in the air. Jeanne slowly wound her way through the stalls and stands, giving a cursory look at the goods displayed.
Jeanne wished to buy Olympe a gift, a silly token of the promise standing between them. Her life with Henri would be a reality, not only for the love she felt for him, and the not inconsiderable lust as well, but also to make a family, one to include Olympe. She would not suffer another such loss; it was inconceivable. She had not saved Lynette, she would Olympe. She would save Jean-Luc as well.
Passing a row of basket goods sellers, a particular face caught her attention; Jeanne slowed dow
