28The next day, Ben and Molly met for breakfast once again at the Café de la Place. Molly loved sitting on the terrace on summer mornings when it seemed as though most of the village passed by. The air was the perfect temperature, and smells of coffee and fresh pastry filled the air.
Not to mention the dappled sun from plane trees, which she never got tired of looking at. The café was packed with people Molly had met: Rex Ford, an art teacher at L’Institut Degas; Madame Gervais, who had just had her 103rd birthday; and Nathalie Marchand, the pretty manager at the restaurant La Métairie. Molly went from table to table, kissing cheeks and exchanging greetings, and finally sat down at the table with Ben.
He leaned back in his chair, grinning at her. “You really fit in now,” he said approvi
