He smelt like a dog too.‘Are there … are there many of them?’‘Three or four caravans. But this is just the beginning, there’ll soon be others. It’s the same every year, always around this time. Honestly, you’d be better off getting your husband to go with you.’‘He can’t get about. It’s his back …’‘In that case … It’s up to you. Anyway, have a nice day.’Gypsies … Marlène turned back, her forehead creased with worry. What a nuisance, the fridge was almost empty and Maxime had asked her to get him some magazines … It was only 10 a.m. People didn’t get their throats cut at 10 a.m. … But Monsieur Flesh seemed to be taking it seriously.Sitting in his armchair, propped up with cushions, Maxime saw his wife pulling up outside the house.‘Did you forget something?’‘No. I’ve just seen Monsieur Flesh. They’ve set up a gypsy camp right by the junction with the main road, you know, that scruffy patch …’ ‘So?’‘So, he told me it’s not safe for a woman to go that way alone.’‘Oh … so what are we going to do?
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