Chapter Twenty
“How did you manage to be here?” Delila asked her husband as he checked them into a small hostel in a dingy town not far from Degas’s factory.
“I bribed three officials, and worked double-time for a month to earn the credits to do this.”
“They know you have me here?” she asked.
“They made me swear on my life that I’d have you back as planned. At the station, same time you’d be arriving as if you were returning on the train.”
Delila was amazed that Armand would go to such lengths to be with her, when their first and second visits had been rocky at best.
“I still have to cane you,” he reminded her. “In fact, they told me to double the punishment.”
“Then let’s get it over with,” Delila suggested right off.
Armand’s face turned dour at her proposal. “I still maintain con
