“Bonjour, Mademoiselle Huntsberger, you had a good day, non?” Janetta, our housekeeper, comes sauntering from the kitchen, the smells of homemade bread and something good wafting after her now she has opened the door to let it escape. Arry made a point of increasing her hours over the past months as he disappeared more and more so that I wouldn’t be alone so much, and even though I barely understand her most of the time, I like her company. It’s better than the silence of being alone ...