That breakfast certainly was a maladroit affair, as he had predicted.
What made it even worse was when Jack called his landlady “Miss Dominique”. It turned out to be a mistake because “Miss Dominique” then insisted that he call her “Lettie”. Juliet looked up and let her jaw drop. He hoped his expression did not show as much open disbelief as hers did.
Jack realized now why he did not like Lettie as much as he did her niece.
Jack found during his walk with Juliet that he did not live far from the river Seine.
I do hope though that something important happens on this walk. Though I'm assuming something will.
What made it even worse was when Jack called his landlady “Miss Dominique”. It turned out to be a mistake because “Miss Dominique” then insisted that he call her “Lettie”. Juliet looked up and let her jaw drop. He hoped his expression did not show as much open disbelief as hers did.
He did as he was told and stood by the doorway, resisting the urge to roll his eyes like a teenager. You might say Lettie was hitting below the belt, catching him where he was weak.
He preferred the authenticity of the smaller overpass to the busy suspension bridge.
Every now and then Moya would bound ahead of him barking at pigeons and chasing squirrels, before she bounded back and allowed him to pet her a little. She didn’t seem too fond of Juliet, so she just stayed away from her. Jack could tell that Moya’s presence made her uncomfortable; she walked stiffly and seemed to freeze whenever Moya came anywhere near her.
Jack even found himself whistling quietly whenever he’d fallen a few paces behind his escort.