Chapter 6: Maggie’s Fit
In the kitchen, Honoré sits at the long wooden table covered with today’s dinner preparations. He smells a beef bourgignon gently roasting in the cast-iron stove, and the scent whets his appetite. He grabs a baguette from the large bread basket and tears off a piece.
“Good, you’re finally eating,” Fredeline says, giving him a caring look. She’s chopping chanterelle mushrooms, rocking the knife against the board. Her black hair is braided and rolled into a tight bun. Her apron is spotless, as always.
Honoré dips his bread into the pot of cool cream. He’s been up since dawn, tormenting himself over the telegram he sent McGauran. Will McGauran knock on his door today? And if he does accept his invitation, what will they do?
Loneliness has made him bold. Or…brash.
