Together we chopped up vegetables for the salad..
She was French. Brought up in big house in Provence.
He made margaritas, handed them to us theatrically.
"You two have some things in common," he said.
An unfamiliar smile played across his lips.
"Tell Judy about your Mother," he said.
Her Mother, she said, left her father
and went to live with the Chauffeur and his wife.
I chopped the garlic into tiny pieces while she talked.
I knew what he wanted me to say, but hell would freeze over first.
"How interesting," I said.
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