He led me calmly through the gravestones and up onto the top of another hill. I shuddered slightly as I passed them. He glanced at me, grinning crookedly, “Not scared are you?”
I scowled at him; he laughed.He stopped at the crest of the hill and dropped my hand, pulling out a blanket from his basket and spreading it on the ground.He then pulled out some flashlights and pushed them into the ground surrounding the blanket and turning them on. He sat down on the blanket and grinned up at me, tapping the spot on the blanket next to him, “Come, sit.”
I sat down beside him hesitantly as he pulled a baguette out of the basket.
“To start,” he said with a fake French accent, “We have ze extraordinary baguette with cheese!”
I rolled my eyes as he gave me a piece smothered in Alouette. I took a bite. “Now that,” he said, “You have to admit is good.”
I nodded as he laughed and cut himself some. When we finished that off he said, “And now for ze main course?” he paused and then added, “Unfortunately it’s not French.”