Oiseau Noir

Nell: Don’t wake Poppy, please. She has been up half the night working on new recipes for the cafe.

Me: Why?

Nell: A new French bakery has opened in Kingsbridge called Oiseau Noir and it’s causing quite a stir.

Me: Really? Oiseau Noir means a black bird, doesn’t it?

Nell: Yes. Everyone is walking around with a baguette under their arm. We could be in France.

Me: Proper French bread is really delicious. We should get some.

Nell: The Cat was there yesterday buying croissants and said it’s a very odd place. It’s run by rooks and everyone wears black.

Me: Gloomy but stylish.

Nell: And they only speak French which is fine for me, of course, as I’m virtually bilingual but David will struggle.

Me: So will Harriet.

Nell: No. Harriet has been going to evening classes in French for quite a while. Sally’s idea.

Me: Where is Sally?

Nell: With Charlie. The strange thing is, when she heard the name of the bakery she turned pale, which is hard because she is a very fair furred Golden Retriever, and said she had to speak to Charlie.

Me: Gosh. Curiouser and curiouser.

Nell: Calm down, Alice. Let’s not leap down the rabbit hole until we know what is going on.

Me: You are right. Sorry.

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