“Oh, thank you. My brother and I have are from…the eastern part, and we are not doing so wellfinancially. We came to sell some of our greatest inventions, but we have failed to sell even one,”said Pierre sadly.“What kind of inventions are they?” asked Marie as she poured the tea in a rush.“Oh. That is not important. What is more important is helping you set up thefood.” He lifted up the lidfrom a large pot. Vince had gone up near Elise and had begun talking to her quietly.“Your sister doesn’t look like she talks much.”“Oh, Anne? Yes, she thinks more than she talks. You see my other sister over there? She talks atleast twice as much as Anne.”“Good, I need someone who talks a lot,” sighed Vince soundingrelieved. “Uh, why don’t we go joinyour sister down there?”Both Vince and Elsie stepping down to meet their siblings. Pierre was already questioning Marie.“So Marie, where do you live?”“Well, it’s a beautiful, white mansion that sits on Palace Lane. You can’t miss it, because it sparklesso brightly in the sunlight.”“Oh, yes, yes. And, um, you have maids?”“Yes! We have three of them.”“Are they always there?”“Well, when we’re not around, they’re usually idle, doing nothing until we come.”“You parents do not live there with you?”“Oh, they died as rich factory owners. We inherited the money a few years ago.”“Ah, yes. Tell me about the inside of the house.”“Well, it’s huge and each room is decorated with antique vases and there are so many portraits of famous people all framed in gold.” Marie rambled on and on about the riches in her home. Whenshe was done, all Pierre said was, “Hmm. Ah, yes” which was then met by silence. Marie, wanting toconverse more blurted, “Did you hear the news about the two robbers?” Vince’s heartbeataccelerated while Pierre’s only skipped a beat.“I heard they’re from France,” continued Marie obliviously.“Oh, uh, I believe they’re from
, not France,” interjected Vince.“Well,” said Vince abruptly. “We must get going. Have a wonderful picnic, Mademoiselles.”“Bye! Wonderful talking with you,” smiled Marie.“And you, too, my darling,” said Pierre as he walked off with his brother.As they walked down the hill past me, they quietly conversed in French.“What street did she say?” asked Pierre.“Palace Lane. White mansion that sparkles,” replied Vince.