THE VISCOUNT of MAISONS LAFFITTE
CHAPTER ELEVEN
You could hear the throngs of people through the wall of beige canvas tents that lined the grounds. Thomas ran ahead to where the opening was, and then turned back to smile at his mom, beckoning. Then he was gone.
“Thomas, wait!” But it was half-hearted. She was already letting the bright festivity of the marché de noel pull her in from the cold darkness that lay outside the market.
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I’ve been so caught up in my own world, I didn’t even realize you were writing again! I am happy to see that you are, and I’m going to have to go back and catch up!
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I think we both are – caught up in our own world, that is. But I’m glad we can be friends in spite of it.
I am just WAITING on the edge of my seat for them to bump into each other, spill wine on each other – something! You tease!
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ho HO! 😉
Actually I like the way you switch ‘sides’. It makes for a more colorful narrative.
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Thanks for still reading Tinne!