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Rosie drinks my words, reacting by emitting “Oh! Ah… Ooooh…” Watching her react is a delight. She’s attending a show in which I am the heroine. She laughs, tenses, stiffens and relaxes according to what I tell her. When Steve brings us our food, there’s silence at the table. We listen carefully to him explain the contents of our plates: “We have here a terrine of foie gras and rhubarb chutney. Here, it’s a tomato-mozzarella, tomato sorbet and basil mousse…” “Yum,” I said, my mouth watering. “Langoustine ravioli, Thai broth and red curry paste…” “My favourite starter,” Rosie cries, clapping her hands excitedly like a ten-year-old. “And finally: pea gazpacho, spicy beef spring roll, but not too much, I assure you. I wish you a good appetite, ladies.” “Thank you,” we answer in unison be
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