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‘Grégoire’s groupies’ was right on the money.
Obviously, most were students gravitating towards his
authority.
    One woman,
however, appeared to be his age and status, and Sonya found her
interesting to watch. She didn’t miss anything that Grégoire said,
but instead of hanging onto his every word like the students, she
simply assimilated the information that he seemed to have a
compunction to divulge.
    The woman fit
in, Sonya decided. She was petite, fashionable and very pretty. Her
shining hair was styled in a very short bob and her thickly lashed,
luminous hazel eyes didn’t seem to miss anything. Sonya noticed a
particularly intriguing ring on the hand that held her beer glass.
It was big, silver and held a cabochon of dark red. What was her
name again, Sonya pondered. Lulu, no, that wasn’t it. It did have
two syllables, and it was French sounding. Ah, it was Mimi! She
would ask Bryan later about her.
    “I do hope we
haven’t bored you too terribly,” Grégoire stated as they prepared
to leave.
    “Not at all,”
Sonya was pleasant. “My high school French recognized the odd word
here and there. Good day,” she said and moved away as Grégoire
seemed to be zeroing in for an embrace.
    She couldn’t
escape and he whispered, “What’s wrong, darlin’? Louisiana Hot
Sauce too sizzlin’ for ya, Crusader?”
    Her stomach
heaved at his even being this close. “Not at all,” she replied
quietly. “However, I do prefer the subtlety and sophistication of Béchamel , personally.”
    Grégoire threw
his head back and laughed, making a show of putting his finger tips
to his lips and made a sizzling sound as he shook them as if to
cool them. “I am tha wizard!” he declared as he joined the group
once again.
    And then she
did move away, hoping that Bryan was doing the same, because she
was getting the hell away from that asshole, pronto! She sensed him
behind her as his hand touched her elbow, and they wound their way
out of the bar and onto the street, where Sonya virtually sucked in
the fresh air.
    “He’s not that
bad, really,” Bryan began, and one look at his wife’s face stopped
him dead. “Well, okay, he was somewhat out of line in there.”
    “I’d like to
talk to you about him, but let’s wait till later, okay? I’ve had
him up to here, right now,” Sonya exclaimed, chopping her hand over
her head for effect.
    Bryan hailed a
taxi and they climbed into it in silence. A car slid away from the
curb as the taxi left and from the doorway of the bar, Mimi quietly
watched and then pulled out a cell phone.

CHAPTER 5
    By the time
they returned to Madame Lalonde’s, Sonya was famished, over her
irritation at Grégoire, and pleasantly tired. Sylvain was anxiously
awaiting their arrival and his English practice. Dinner was another
happy, chatty and enjoyable time. Sylvain was sent to attend to his
homework and after enjoying a nice conversation with Madame Lalonde
for a while, Sonya and Bryan decided to retire to their room. They
had barely closed their door when noise and voices caused them to
quickly return to the living room. What they saw surprised
them.
    Standing in the
middle of the room was a tall, dark haired man, surrounded by both
Madame Lalonde and Sylvain, engulfing him in a bear hug.
    The man looked
up at their appearance and his smile began to grow bigger. “Bryan! J’entendu dire que vous est à Paris. Bienvenue, mon ami! (I
heard that you were in Paris. Welcome, my friend)”
    With that, he
threw his arms around Bryan in welcome. “ Ah, la belle fille!
(Ah, the pretty girl!) You must be Sonya. It is my pleasure to
meet you,” he declared with a kiss on each cheek. “Bryan is a very
lucky man to have such a beautiful woman for his wife.”
    Bryan was
grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Sonya, meet Lucien Lalonde!”
    So, this was
the missing Lucien! There was no doubt at all that he was Sylvain’s
father. His glossy black hair and dark brown eyes showed Sonya a
glimpse of Sylvain as a