Monsieur Pamplemousse Takes The Cure (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
He had totally lost track of time since his last visit. In some respects it felt like only yesterday, in other ways it could have been weeks or even months. By his side, Pommes Frites, clearly sensible to the importance of the occasion, peered at his reflection in a full length mirror hanging in the outer office. He seemed reasonably satisfied by what he saw. Normally, although Pommes Frites’ existence was accepted (there had even been talk at one time of giving him his own P39s, but this had been quashed by Madame Grante) his visits to the office of Le Guide were restricted to the typing pool on the ground floor. It was a long time since he’d been invited up to the holy of holies. ‘Entrez!’ The voice was louder this time, and slightly impatient. It coincided with his opening the door. ‘Pamplemousse! Welcome back.’ The Director came round to the front of his desk, arms outstretched in welcome. For one dreadful moment Monsieur Pamplemousse thought he was about to be embraced.
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