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Maman was waiting in the storage room, her face in a scowl.
“You had so much fun zipping around town in your little car you
couldn’t make it to the docks on time. I know—they called,” she scolded. “Where is your sense of duty, Luc? We don’t need a vehicle for play.”
“But Maman, wait until you hear the story of how Deuzy and I delivered the flowers.”
“Deuzy?” Maman’s eyebrows rose, “You’ve given the car a name? That’s absolutely the last straw. Tomorrow will be Deuzy’s last delivery. We’re getting a van. A van is bigger. It’s faster. It. Is. For. Work.”
“But Maman, Deuzy is my friend.”
“A car? Your friend? Let me be very clear, my silly son. You will be on time
to make the delivery to the Tour de France tomorrow morning. After that, it’s back to the showroom for your Deuzy. Do you want to put us out of business?
C’est pas possible!” she finished. She spun on her heels, slamming the door once more.
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