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‘Poppy,
this is François Deville.’
He
kisses me on the cheeks the Continental way, one on each.
He
is fiftyish, very suave, very charming and very French.
I
love the French accent. I could listen to an accent like that all day. French
is by far the most poetic, gliding and rolling off the tongue whilst tickling
your top teeth in the process. I liked it as a subject at school and I had a
French au pair one summer when my mother decided to live in the garden, one of
her art experiments.
Now,
I’ve already confessed that my school French is uh … rusty, as rusty as my
libido got with Piers. If I had been wearing a chastity belt the hinges would
have fused together by now. Yeah, that bad!
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