Chapter Twenty-Nine2005
The Sunday morning routine had become coffee at Chez Papa followed by frites, and Molly and Frances wasted no time getting there, still feeling a bit hungover from the awkward dinner party at the Faure’s.
“Bonjour, my beauties!” said Nico, when they walked in and began unpeeling their winter clothes.
Frances gave him a crooked smile and reached across the bar to touch his arm. “We should have had dinner with you last night,” she said.
“An excellent idea,” said Nico. “Were you bored?”
“It wasn’t that,” said Molly, settling on a stool. “Coffee, stat. Please. We went over to Adèle and Michel’s—”
“Did Dufort crash through the door and arrest him?”
“Not funny, Nico.”
Nico winked at Frances, who laughed.
“Anyway,” said Molly, “it just…I don’t know why, but you kn
