We were driving to Reims the next day. On the way, Florence was showing to Robert the pictures of her cat that had been left in the care of her friends, who happened to live in the city of champagne. She talked about her pupil with excitement. “He retrieves a ball, just like a dog,” she began. “I take him for walks.
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