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Cassie and Rona BONJOUR! A woman with two sets of lips opened the door. She had pencilled on eyebrows, hair red at the tips with white roots like a sheep on fire and a single curler over one ear. Pink. The mouth that wasn't lipstick opened again, pursed itself round another BONJOUR so slow it came out as three separate words. When Rona asked for a room, her face creased like an accordion, the scarlet nail of one finger beckoning us inside. The CHAMBRES 100F sign flipped over in the window. The back said COMPLET. Ici. A light switched on somewhere in front. Crimson flock wallpaper, green velvet curtains with tassels, two oval mirrors set in carved wood with big cracks and a four-poster covered with purple taffeta. Lovely, Rona said. We'll take it. Aha, mes petites. You are English? Mes enfants, she inhaled, looking me straight in the eye behind a grin like a fish skeleton, Vous ne regretterez pas d'etre venu en bel Amboise! |
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