18The next day Molly puttered around La Baraque for a few hours after getting up and having coffee. She checked on the Hales, who were indeed the lowest maintenance guests possible—they were introverted and capable, and managed the details of their vacation without any of Molly’s help. She’d had to curb her instinct for chatter once she saw that the Hales weren’t interested in small talk, but it was a relief to know they were getting on fine without her guidance or attention. Roger Finsterman had already taken off, probably somewhere hard at work with his easel and palette.
By ten o’clock she guessed the florist shop was open, and rode her scooter into the village, the breeze feeling wonderful since the heat wave showed no signs of relenting.
The shop didn’t look like much from the outsi
