28Deciding to talk to Georgina first, Molly found her in a hallway on the second floor by following the sound of the vacuum cleaner.
“Excuse me!” she said, loud enough that Georgina could hear over the machine.
Georgina glared at her and flicked the vacuum off with her foot. Her French was quite good, although she had not moved to France until she was in her twenties, and still spoke Italian at home with her husband. Molly’s accent was pretty good—at least it was not burdened with any Bostonian flair—but it was foreign enough to throw Georgina off.
“Sorry to bother you, but I was just talking with Antoinette about a cooking contest I’m hoping to hold soon, for chefs in the village. She was telling me about an amazing recipe you have for gnocchi? That’s one of my all-time favorite foods,
