When Ferdinand woke his legs were stiff and painful and his backside had been mangled to a pulp. It was bad so that he couldn’t stand up or sit down. At seven-thirty he finally called Marceline to help. She brought him a bottle of homemade ointment. It worked for her; he should try it. He was skeptical, but had little choice. He rubbed some on in the way she indicated and felt a little better. He managed to get down to the kitchen without too much difficulty and he congratulated her on the miracle cure. He was careful not to refer to a “home cure.” The poor thing had just lost her home and he didn’t want to upset her. While drinking their tea and coffee, they talked about the previous day. She found it touching that Mireille had dropped in unannounced to see him. Especially as it was the first time she had done that, if she’d understood correctly. She had looked like a little girl—so distressed and so vulnerable. Ferdinand made a face. He had known Mireille for some time.
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