Chapter 30
But, once again, Rowan had let it all go. She rode to her room in silence. Stayed all day in her room remembering French phrases and trying to find French TV. And now she just wanted breakfast in silence and muddled future tenses.
But Bert was here. And she didn’t have the heart to tell him to va-t-en s’il te pla?tGo away, please
“Sure, whatever. That’s fine,” Rowan said. She shifted her chair closer to the wall, bringing her plate closer to herself at the same time. “I suppose we’ll be spending lots of time together soon enough.”
“Yes, I suppose so. Trixie’s been telling me for weeks now that she wants to spend more time with her kids—after the honeymoon, of course. I figured I’d get some of my time in now, though. The girls have all been playing hide and seek most of the weekend, and I supposed it was only going to get worse today with the wedding at sundown. I can’t see the bride, you know? So I figured I may as well acquaint myself with the man of the house.”