37Waving at Pascal, Ben came into the café and took a seat by the window. A cool breeze had kicked up and hardly anyone was having lunch on the terrace. Molly appeared a few minutes later and they kissed cheeks before settling in their chairs.
“I could eat a horse,” she said. “Um, does Madame Longhale ever put horse on the menu? Because I didn’t mean that literally.”
Ben laughed. “I think she prefers beef and lamb,” he said. “And duck, of course. All good cooks in the Périgord know their way around a duck.”
Pascal arrived brandishing new menus. “Maman may have gotten a little carried away this time,” he said to them. “She wanted to shake things up, said she was bored making the same thing day after day. So the entire menu is different.”
“No beef stew?” asked Ben, stricken.
“Not for no
