This was partly because of Rosette, who, having helped make the truffles, wanted to help deliver them, leading the way in her red rubber boots, splashing in every puddle and singing at the top of her voice – ‘Bam bam BAM, bam badda-BAM!’ – while Anouk stayed indoors with Alyssa and I tried to marshal my erring thoughts.I fought the temptation to phone Roux. There’s nothing more he can tell me. Besides, if what I suspect is true, it is I, not Roux or Joséphine, who have been at fault in this affair. My mother was right: I was never supposed to build my life around one man. I never needed Roux. I should not have interfered.The wind is losing momentum. But the rain continues, relentless. Today it is a warm rain; mild and warm as mother’s milk. I think of Inès Bencharki; of Omi and Alyssa’s belief that she is Karim’s mistress. Is this what I am to Joséphine? A scorpion, a witch who has poisoned her life?I should leave today, I know. I should go home while I still can. But isn’t it too late for that?
What do You think about Peaches For Monsieur Le Curé?
