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Deuzy said to Luc “Is she always like that?”
“No,” Luc responded, “Only when she doesn’t get her way.”
He drove around the corner to a dusty, dark storage room behind the store. It was crowded with water barrels, buckets and flower pots.
Deuzy shivered as her tires rolled onto the ice-cold cement floor. “I know it looks a bit dismal now,” said Luc, “But I’ll clean it up as soon as possible.” He
touched her side softly before turning out the
lights. “Bonne nuit mon amie, good night my friend. Things will be better in the morning. You’ll see.”