The Sûreté officers walked through mist and drizzle across the village green and arrived at Clara and Peter’s home. “Come on in,” said Peter with a smile. “No keep your shoes on. Ruth’s here and I think she walked through every mud puddle on her way over.” They looked at the floor and sure enough, there were muddy shoe prints. Beauvoir was shaking his head. “I expected to see a cloven hoof.” “Perhaps that’s why she keeps her shoes on,” said Peter.
