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CHAPTER ELEVEN
De Gaul’s International Airport was as busy as ever. They collected their luggages and strolled towards the sign, “Sortie”.
“Are you ok?” he asked. Bon jour he responded to another. Comment ca va ?
“ Ja va bien , mercie . Comment votre famille ?
“ Tres bien mercie , et toi ? ”
“ Je ne comprende pas. Main Je queer ells esta bien , mercie . Pas de quio . ”
C’est Madamoiselle Azolee .
“Ok, C’est tres bien reuni avec vous ”.
He says , “ it is nice to meet you Azolee ” . She smiled and nod ded to the gentleman.
A limo u sine waited outside and the gentleman who was a chauffer collected the luggage, handed them in and pulled into the traffic.
Aldin was once the family chauffer, but worked solely for Gastron . Gastron didn’t know it but her mother had despaired about him falling in love and producing grandchildren for her to enjoyed . Aldin sneaked a view of Gastron in the rear view mirror. A few weeks had made such a drastic difference. Gastron was not the same man that had left.
In his place was a man in love with life, the world and this startling beautiful woman beside him. There was no doubt about it, she was beautiful, an exotic creature. The Publishing world was in an uproar because Gastron had taken a vacation and had extended it! They all suspected that it involved some investments. Investment alright, a beautiful one too! He could wait to call Madame. Something about the young lady seemed familiar but it will come to him. He took them to Gastron’s Chatteau in the countryside. It was nestled beside a lake with mountains behind. Another first, Gastron is taking her to his hideout, his get away .
CHAPTER TWELVE
As they got out of the car, the barking of a dog met them. The dog ran in a defined arch and s n iffed until it found Gastron and wagged its tail furiously. It was the strangest dog, she had ever seen. It was a muddy grey-brown with ragged floppy ears and patches over the eyes. It was blind. Her heart softened. She knelt. As if sensing her, the dog walked hesitantly toward her and rested its left front paw in hers and licked her face. She threw her arms around it and the huge beast growled contentedly.
Another test was to be given. There was the sound of a roar as a child with wild, uncombed hair came around the bend in a motor powered wheel chair. She had a stump where another leg should have been and her face was scarred. Azolee looked up, saw the child and felt a connection that transcended time, geography, culture and language. She knew that this connection was vital for healing – for herself and the child.
Wordlessly she reached out her hand. Aldin didn ’t want to watch the conflict, so he step forward......but Gastron held up a hand and waylaid him. The young child removed the braces that bound her to the chair and hobbled unashamedly over to Azolee . It was a moth being drawn to the sun. The child touched her curls, her skin, her mouth and Azolee smiled. At first, it looked like the child would pull away. Then her mouth, rusty at smiling mimicked Azolees own. Azzolee reached down and hugged the child to her unaffectedly. The young scrawny arms crawled around her neck and clung as if to a life line. How long they stood there, no one can rightly say. It was indeed a day for miracles. There was not a dry eye in the room. Gastron wasn’t there because he had strolled out quickly.
Later in his study, gastron reflected on the events that occurred in his life. He did something unusual. He called his mother. For no reason, he just wanted to share this fullness with someone. In the end, he still didn’t.
He went looking for Azolee . She was not in her room. The butler motioned to the living room. She was sitting on the on the settee with Adele on her lap and