Chapter Forty-Four“So how did you get away?” Adèle was asking Michel, as they sat with Molly and Frances at Chez Papa the next afternoon.
“You won’t believe it,” Michel said, laughing and taking a sip of his beer. “I told her I’d be right back, I had to go out and get a pack of cigarettes, I was dying for a smoke. And she started in on how terrible smoking is and how stupid must I be to take up such a filthy habit at my age. There she was, trying to kill me—and nagging me about the danger of cigarettes.”
Molly and Frances were speechless.
“I guess that sort of sums up how lost she was,” said Adèle sadly.
“I’m laughing but there is nothing funny about it,” said Michel.
“And so she let you leave?” asked Molly.
“Oh, she protested. My place only has one room, and I had to get dressed in
