Kathleen:
We didn't see Theo for the rest of the day.
Instead of risking another encounter with Natalie at dinner, and without a chance of having Brian Halifax around as a buffer, we ate in our rooms—until Lily took the initiative and dragged me out. With instructions coaxed out of one of the staff, we headed for the kitchen, intent on getting some recipes out of Chef Debussy.
The thin, white-haired man swept down on us as we entered, his facial expression a combination of anger for daring to enter his realm and grudging respect for our bravery. He hesitated as Lily began to gush praise about his skills, accepting the accolades.
He laughed as we tried to talk in French, the difference between Canadian French and his own native language of Parisian French enough to force us all into Eng
