Charlie: Chapter 22
A Parisian chic woman greeted us warmly from the reception desk, her English immaculate. Not for the first time I cursed myself for having dropped French in school. It would have been so much nicer to have been able to chat with her in her native tongue but if the woman thought me rude or ignorant, she hid it well. After making a quick phone call, she g…
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