“Guillaume, are you paying attention?” asked Mrs. Pey. He flashed a smile. “Of course. Would you like me to answer the question?”
“Well, that would be the sole reason I’d call on you.” Her voice was firm.
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Mathieu watched them walk towards the back of the car. Come on! His mind beckoned them. Amilie had stopped Guillaume… again. “What are you drawing? Where are you going?” She asked repetitively.
“You ask a lot of questions. I’m drawing a garden, or in French, un jardin. And I’m going… home.” He had to think about that last one. Florence beat him to the car. “Mathieu, quickly.” She told him. The car deftly climbed to 122 mph. “Is the picture finished?” Mathieu’s eyes stayed on the road. “The flowers and other foliage… we should look in exotic areas. Islands… forests.” Guillaume thought this through.
“Do you know what we’ll find there?”
“A tree. A tree that will change everything.”