Manof Chpt13

Chapter 13

(The charmning little town as seen from above)

It was a tiny village but it was actually charming.

They walked along the main street and stopped before a typical old stone house just off the main street. Marie-Claude knocked on the door and a hoarse voice called out. "Entrez".

(The upper portion of a typical old stone house just off the main street)

Inside they faced an old woman in simple dress with thick glasses seated in a rocking chair.

Marie-Claude introduced Bruce in French. She described him as the man who was going to find her missing drawing. Bruce was taken aback. He tried to hide his curiosity and reached out to the lady's wrinkled hand. Marie-Claude whispered.

"Madame Robert was once my nanny. We were very close. She was the mother I never had. Mama died in childbirth. Mme Robert took over. She speaks a little English but she is almost blind.

Mme Robert looked off in space. "Come closer," she said. I want to see your face."

Bruce leaned towards the woman who reached up and put both hands on Bruce's face. She gently ran her hands across his face."

"Ah, oui, Now I see you. You are a gentle and serious man. You like the good things in life. You are a man of taste."

Bruce was taken aback. "You can see all that with your hands?"

"Yes. And I can see that you are determined to find Marie-Claude's little drawing." She pronounced it 'leetle'.

Marie-Claude interjected. "Mme Robert knows everything about my family. There are no secrets in this house."

Bruce tried his best undergraduate French. "Merci Madame. Je trouverez le dessin, si possible."

"Yes. I am sure that you will, Si possible. "

Marie Claude covered the old woman's legs with a blanket. They left her alone and Marie Claude said, "She lives with her daughter. She is probably close behind. She's never far away.

"I'm learning so much about you', he smiled.

"And I am learning that you are a determined man of taste. But I knew that before I even met you."

"How, pray tell, did you know all that, I may ask"?

"Francoise Gilot told me so. So did Picasso. They were very impressed with you."

(Click here for Chapter 14)


	Chapter 13 (The charmning little town as seen from above) It was a tiny village but it was actually charming. They walked along the main street and stopped before a typical old stone house just off the main street. Marie-Claude knocked on the door and a hoarse voice called out. "Entrez". (The upper portion of a typical old stone house just off the main street) Inside they faced an old woman in simple dress with thick glasses seated in a rocking chair. Marie-Claude introduced Bruce in French. She described him as the man who was going to find her missing drawing. Bruce was taken aback. He tried to hide his curiosity and reached out to the lady's wrinkled hand. Marie-Claude whispered. "Madame Robert was once my nanny. We were very close. She was the mother I never had. Mama died in childbirth. Mme Robert took over. She speaks a little English but she is almost blind. Mme Robert looked off in space. "Come closer," she said. I want to see your face." Bruce leaned towards the woman who reached up and put both hands on Bruce's face. She gently ran her hands across his face." "Ah, oui, Now I see you. You are a gentle and serious man. You like the good things in life. You are a man of taste." Bruce was taken aback. "You can see all that with your hands?" "Yes. And I can see that you are determined to find Marie-Claude's little drawing." She pronounced it 'leetle'. Marie-Claude interjected. "Mme Robert knows everything about my family. There are no secrets in this house." Bruce tried his best undergraduate French. "Merci Madame. Je trouverez le dessin, si possible." "Yes. I am sure that you will, Si possible. " Marie Claude covered the old woman's legs with a blanket. They left her alone and Marie Claude said, "She lives with her daughter. She is probably close behind. She's never far away. "I'm learning so much about you', he smiled. "And I am learning that you are a determined man of taste. But I knew that before I even met you." "How, pray tell, did you know all that, I may ask"? "Francoise Gilot told me so. So did Picasso. They were very impressed with you." (Click here for Chapter 14)