34Molly cut short the lesson on éclairs, which Nugent barely seemed to notice. She ran back down rue Picasso to see if the mechanics had shown up, and found her scooter parked outside with a ticket attached to the handlebars. It had been cleaned up and the brown paint shone as much as such a muddy color could. She pushed open the door and said hello.
“Ah, Madame Sutton! We saw that you left your scooter here and figured there was some kind of problem, so we went ahead and took a look at it. You’ll be happy to hear it needed only a minor adjustment to the carburetor. I fixed it up and you’re all set to go.”
“What?” Molly was having a hard time taking in the good news right on top of the shocking news about Pierre. “I’m set to go?”
“Not to be a nag, but you might take a little better care
