FOUR
Marie stood in front of the Napoleon House and stared up at the top floor. The building was the central connecting point of two streets while its roof leaned upon simple wooden posts and displayed faded peeling stucco walls. It seemed humorous to see Christmas lights strung around the windows twinkling on and off in sequence.
“Well, this is it. André said to meet him up on the third floor.” Marie peeked through the window of the hunter green painted double doors.
Tim stuck his nose in the air and sniffed. “This is someplace. I can smell the food way out here.”
Gale laughed. “Let me guess, you want more chicken gumbo.”
Cory opened the door for everyone. “We just had dinner an hour ago. How could he want more chicken gumbo?”
They all chuckled and walked into the main entrance of t
