It Takes Two. Joanne Michael

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      “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that,” Abby said. “I’ll take it.”

      Françoise nodded. “All right, then. I’ll leave you to unpack your things and get settled. I have to get back to work. You can drive your car right up the side of the house and park it there.”

      Abby followed the woman back outside.

      “The front gate is never locked so you can come and go through there. And here are your keys.”

      Abby accepted the small ring of keys and was about to ask Françoise how she would like the rent schedule set when her attention was diverted by the enticing aroma of fresh bread.

      Taking a deep breath, Abby said, “What is that amazing smell?”

      Françoise laughed. “It’s either sourdough rolls or honey-oatmeal bread. I have them both going.”

      “You have time to bake and work?” Abby asked.

      “Baking is my work,” Françoise said. “I supply the breakfast and tea breads for the Hôtel Tadoussac and sell to a few regular customers directly.”

      That explains the flour on her shirt, Abby thought. “The Hôtel Tadoussac, is that the big white building with the red roof I passed on the way in?”

      “The very one,” Françoise confirmed. “It’s pretty quiet up there now—the tourist season’s not in high gear yet. But by mid-June, things really pick up. Now, I’d better get back inside before anything burns. Will you be all set?”

      “I’ll be fine,” Abby assured her. “I don’t have much to move in, but I want to get it done and have a look around. Thank you.”

      Abby stood at the gate and watched as Françoise went back into the house. The Tadoussac Bay was spread out directly in front of Abby, and the view caused her to catch her breath. The rocky arms of the hills surrounding the town wrapped themselves around the waters of the bay, creating a calm harbor. A sand beach hugged the shoreline in a white crescent dotted with rafts of driftwood and massive boulders. Sailboats, large pleasure craft and older, working boats were anchored close to shore, while farther out seabirds—gulls, terns and cormorants—wheeled and dove into the water in search of a meal. The view was prettier than anything she’d seen on a postcard and Abby knew that even in a year she would not grow tired of admiring it.

      CHAPTER TWO

      “THAT’S THE LAST OF IT,” Abby said, seven trips to the car later. She kicked the screen door shut behind her, set the final box on the floor and flopped down on the couch. Figgy instantly hopped up beside her.

      Abby stretched her legs out, leaned her head back and sighed in contentment. New job, new town, new apartment—she couldn’t remember the last time she had been this excited—or this nervous. Turning her head to the right, she could see the blue of the Saint Lawrence beyond the bay. She made a mental promise to take Figgy for a walk down on the beach after supper.

      Thinking of supper reminded Abby she hadn’t eaten since the doughnut on the ferry that morning. Having neither the desire nor the energy to go looking for the town’s general store, she decided to postpone her first grocery-shopping expedition and ask Françoise for a restaurant recommendation.

      Standing, she looked down at Figgy and said, “How about you go scope out your new yard?”

      The dog jumped off the couch and followed her outside. As Abby continued on to the back door of the main house, Figgy busied herself dashing about the lawn and sniffing at the rose bushes lining the fence.

      Abby walked up the back steps and knocked on the door. Expecting Françoise, she was surprised when a young girl appeared on the other side of the screen.

      “Um, is Françoise here?” Abby asked uncertainly.

      “You mean Gran?” the girl said and, before Abby could answer, she continued on. “Are you the lady that’s going to live in the garage? My name’s Sylvie. I’m eight, well, eight and a half, really. Do you like boats? I like boats. My dad said he’d take me on a boat ride this weekend. Is that your dog?”

      Figgy had trotted over to the bottom of the porch steps and was looking up at them.

      “Sylvie! I thought I asked you to—oh, Miss Miller, I’m sorry. Is Sylvie bothering you?” Françoise came up behind the little girl, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

      “No, not at all,” Abby said hastily. “She was just introducing herself to me.”

      Sylvie opened the screen door all the way and stepped out to get a better look at Figgy.

      “Do you like dogs?” Abby asked her.

      Sylvie nodded.

      “Would you like to play with her?”

      The girl’s eyes widened and she turned to look back at Françoise. “Gran? Can I? Please?”

      “Have you finished your homework?” Françoise asked.

      “Yeah, well, almost. I’ll do the rest after supper, I promise. Please?”

      Françoise laughed and threw up her hands. “All right, I guess an hour of playing outside won’t hurt. But, then you finish your homework before supper. Okay?”

      “Okay,” Sylvie said happily, dashing back inside. “Be right back,” she called over her shoulder.

      Abby and Françoise looked at each other, bemused, and moments later, Sylvie reappeared holding a worn soccer ball. Tossing the ball out into the middle of the yard, she clapped in delight as Figgy bounded after it and all three of them laughed as the little dog tried unsuccessfully to get its mouth around it.

      “Her name is Figgy,” Abby said to Sylvie.

      “That’s a weird name,” Sylvie said.

      “Sylvie!” Françoise said firmly. “Remember what we talked about—not everything you think has to come out of your mouth.”

      “Sorry,” Sylvie muttered.

      “That’s okay,” Abby said, smiling. “I guess it is kind of a weird name.”

      “One hour,” Françoise said in a warning tone as Sylvie jumped down the steps and started kicking the ball for Figgy to chase. The two women watched a moment, then Françoise motioned for Abby to come inside.

      “We just got back from delivering up to the hotel.” With a nod of her head, Françoise indicated that Abby should take a seat at the kitchen table. “Can I offer you a cup of tea and something to eat?”

      “Oh, no. I don’t want to bother you. I was just hoping you could tell me a good place in town to grab a bite.”

      “We have a lot of good places,” Françoise said. “Problem is, none are open at this hour. It’s too late for lunch and too early for supper.”

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