Audaces Fortuna Iuvat

‘How are you feeling?’ Isobel dropped herself into the seat beside Harry and rested her feet on the table.  ‘Off.’ Celine picked Isobel’s ankles up and dropped them into Colette’s lap as she passed. ‘Coffee, sister?’ ‘Merci beaucoup.’ Isobel nodded. ‘Henri? How are you feeling?’ ‘I’m fine,’ he said. ‘Why?’

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