A Thought Experiment

There were few in his life that understood him well and had the facilities to put up with his swings of mood, his strikes of fancy and when work overloaded him to the point of madness. Yet, work had been one of the few things that had kept him sane, helped him work through the web of deceit that had landed the Dumont’s in their predicament long since past. The predicament orchestrated by one Manchette, who now was wed to the woman Rene had been intent on making his own.

Claude would forever hold the true master key to the man, though his other close ones helped soften her absence. Teaching Ophelia helped as a distraction, along with keeping an eye on their friend Mica’s niece.

Rene again rolled his eyes at her, his head shaking with a sigh. You’d do well to live how you wish, convention be damned. Be glad the Game is not to your tastes, nor are you required to enter its ridiculous schemes.

A brow arched in her direction when the rumble of her stomach reached his ears. Then he paused, staring off before suddenly pivoting back and forth to propel him to standing. Madame Jardain’s has a pitiful selection. We’ll go to the Granary, then I can have wine and you can sip your tea leaves. Perhaps guess their dregs towards our future.