Chapter 10
Life in Paris gradually settled into its old groove for us. I got help taking care of our baby from an old lady in the building, spending part of most days getting caught up with Dmitry. Mark split his time between prospecting, attending boxing matches and networking at various business meetings. Getting up before our baby stirred in the mornings, he began working on a new system upgrade. Fortunately, my income was still enough to support us, though not quite at the level to which we had become accustomed. For us, a tough life was a badge of honor, and we often joked about the habits and lifestyles of the wealthy.
In April, I saw that my husband was bursting at the seams with agitation; I suggested a solo trip into the countryside, and Mark gladly agreed. Returning to Paris on
