14Antoinette had never been happier to see her sons, Luc and Percival. They had finished their studies a year earlier, doing better in the final semesters than when they first left home, having matured and not been as tempted by Paris night life. Luc had gotten a job as a reporter for a newspaper, which suited him perfectly, not being a man who liked being confined to an office; Percival had joined the management of a company whose purpose was still a bit murky to Antoinette. They created some sort of particular software that she did not come close to understanding, but as long as Percival was happy, she did not question it.
“I’m only sorry that you came home for such an awful reason,” she said to them after dinner, when what was left of the Fleuray family sat together on the sofa to watc
