DINNER at La Colombe
When Séverine Poiret saw him, she ducked back into her restaurant and dragged the new waitress out onto the pavement.
‘What?’ the girl said as she emerged into the sunshine.
‘Keep your voice down!’ Séverine hissed. ‘That man is Pierre Florant.’
The girl, whose name was Laure, shrugged and turned to go indoors, but Séverine grabbed her arm.
‘He is the greatest hero this town has ever produced,’ she said.
The young man was
