The following morning there was a knock at the door of our gîte. I poked my head out of the kitchen window to see who it was, half expecting Henri to be back. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It had been kind of him to give us a lift home but Rob didn’t like him and I wasn’t keen to let a person I’d known for a small handful of days cause an argumen…
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