Please read and enjoy this next chapter in Jackie’s wonderful story of romance in Paris ❤
As I rounded the third flight of stairs to my apartment, a woman, balancing groceries on one knee, stood fidgeting with her keys, trying to unlock her door.
“Here, let me help you.” I reached out and took the bags.
“Merci, Madame.” She unlocked the door and ushered me in. “Just set them on the table, s’il vous plait.” She extended her hand, I am Peggy Windsor. “You are American, Oui?”
“Yes, I am. My name is Kate Hamilton.”
“I gathered as much from your accent; I’m an expat from the UK. Stay and let me fix you a cup of tea to show my appreciation.” She gestured toward a small sofa. “Please, hand me your coat and, have a seat.”
“That sounds lovely. It’s quite chilly in the hallway.”
A furry yellow cat…
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