We all chuckled and Vasyl patted her on the head. “C'est chouchou correct et petit.”
Everyone chuckled. Especially when she gave him a questioning expression.
“Um,” I said. “Vasyl why don't you take their coats? Put them in the bedroom.”
Vasyl took the coats and did as I asked. He was being very accommodating.
Fanning a hand in front of her face, and with a wide-eyed expression, Constance said, “Where on earth did you find him?”
I smiled, twisting the fingers of my gloves. “I'll tell you when he comes back. It's actually my announcement.”
“What did you do, fly to France and bring him back?” Randy laughed at his own joke.
“No. Not exactly,” I said.
“Is he a rock star?” Constance asked, leaning toward me conspiratorially. “You know he looks a little like Johnny Depp.”
“No.” I chuckl
