Chapter 39

"You French people exaggerate too much," I grumbled, crossing my arms. "In fact, you shouldn't even know what happened.

I didn't wait for Lizzie's reaction, and I had the impression of hearing a bad word with her loaded French accent. I had to sigh to contain a scream. That place would never be my home.

The steep path that led us to the huge house with a marble facade was long. We passed through villages and houses as my sister ran, citing the weddings of old neighbors and professional successes of the lives of others. She seemed uncomfortable when she said she worked in a nightclub, saving her the detail that it didn't make me a call girl or something like that. My grandmother, however, just stretched her body through the space between the two front seats and hit me lightly on the leg, saying:

"A firm ass must be very well used, ma chérie.

We parked in front of a house with walls shaded by copper roofs, and ivy trees that stood out of the garden on the other side.