Amelie nodded to the Directeur and returned to her seat.
She sat with her head in her hands, and quietly let out a long sigh. Mon Dieu... don't let this happen again...
She sat in contemplative silence, wishing that DeFrance wouldn't approach her again.
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
