He’d planned to read the play at home, in front of the fireplace, but he didn’t want to sully his home. Then he thought he’d take it to the bistro, but decided against that too. For the same reason. “Aren’t you giving it more power than it deserves?” Reine-Marie had asked. “Probably.” But they both knew that words were weapons too, and when fashioned into a story their power was almost limitless.
