Chapter Thirty-FiveOver-caffeinated and with a mustache of powdered sugar on her upper lip, Molly left Pâtisserie Bujold with a white waxed bag filled with four beignets: two custard-filled and two plain. If she arrived back at La Baraque empty-handed, she feared what Frances might do, since she’d never forgiven Molly for showing up from a trip to the market with nothing but eggplants. As Molly headed toward the mairie, she realized that she had been so busy thinking about the Desrosiers baby that she hadn’t even noticed Monsieur Nugent and his usual attentions.
The mairie was the center of all things administrative in Castillac. She got a little nervous going in because the stately building made her feel her ignorance acutely—so many rules and regulations, and she was probably not follow
