Russ Rymer books

Paris Twilight

she said. “Not to me, not that I care. Who cared where he’d been?” What mattered was the war, “La guerre etáit finie,” and with it over, she’d returned, and found she was still the housekeeper, thanks to the saintlike beneficence of the late Monsieur Landers, “God rest his most generous heart. An...