Two days later and we were on a plane to Paris. It had been touch and go. Between Frances, who tried to claim at the last minute that she needed to work, and Grace, who was so desperate not to be left behind she offered to sell half the contents of her bedroom to cover her flight, I was exhausted. I hadn’t even made it back to the bank yet. I really hop…
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