When she asked if he was still there, he only sighed. A boatload of shopkeepers had set sail for Belgium. Unfortunately, the long day had taken its toll. As urgent as the situation was, he dreamt of the one with the scrunched up sleeves. He awoke suddenly, an uncomfortable pain in his side.
True heroes ride alone.
The German engine purred contentedly as it carried him through La Porte du Nord and then down into the St. Sauveur valley. Dynamite was a mistake. Everything could be compared to cooking, which he enjoyed doing only when he was happy or adventurous. Just for the record, the right amount of mustard seed did not ruin ratatouille. Now the thought of Pricilla laughing in the backseat with Jessica and Robert aroused an emotional sensation similar to jealousy.