26Monday morning. Molly woke up to pounding on her front door. Groggily she slipped on a robe and went to see who it was.
“Bonjour, Sally?” she said, opening the door wider once she saw who it was. “Is something wrong?”
“I need you to come with me!” Sally said, her face ablaze with emotion. “I must speak with Dufort right away, and I’m afraid of getting lost in those crazy narrow streets. Will you take me? Now?” Her arms were stiff at her sides, her hands clenching and unclenching.
Molly blinked, still only half-awake. “Of course,” she said. “Just…just give me a minute to get dressed. Come in,” she added.
“No, thank you,” said Sally. “I’ll wait here.”
Molly managed to find some clean clothes and put them on, and give her hair and teeth a quick brush. She looked longingly at the coffee
