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I've ridden past yellowing autumn farmland, past the preventorium's dormitories for boys, and past the terra-cotta-roof-topped houses of the village. And despite blistered feet and scuffed saddle shoes, I'm feeling cocky. Sergeant Travert patrols our village every evening on his way home. For some reason the gendarme is early today, and having stalled out his jalopy, he's got the hood up to repair it.
My heart sinks as Travert approaches, doffing his policeman's cap, then resting his hand on his holstered pistol.
I pretend to be calm while he peers into my bicycle pannier baskets. That's the nearest little town, where I bought dried sausage with ration coupons, but I traded on the black market to get sugar, paper for my classroom, and medicine for the doctors at the preventorium. Black market barters for hard-to-find goods are illegal. I took the risk anyway for a good cause, but I had a selfish motive too.
One the snooping constable uncovers with a disapproving arch of his bushy brow. Dating over 60 Naperville can't say something like that, though. I shouldn't even think something like that about the Marshal-the man who saved France in the last war, and, as everyone says, the only man who can save us now. Hitler's panzer divisions rolled past French defenses five months ago. The Allies fled asain dating Indianapolis Indiana in Dunkirk, leaving forty thousand French soldiers to cover their retreat and hold the Germans back.
All for nothing.
Eighteen days later, we surrendered, Yonkers 18 dating the shock of the world. Like almost everyone else, I was relieved; I thought the fighting would stop and that Henri would come home. But now a swastika is flying over the Eiffel Tower, and France-or what's left of her below the line of demarcation-is neutral while Britain fights on, alone.
Almost two million French soldiers are prisoners of war-including Henri. My Henri. Given all that, smoking is the only thing keeping me sane, so the lie comes easily.
The gendarme looks over his shoulder at the castle and says, "I took the Baron de LaGrange more for a man who prefers a pipe. The baron is now Newport News lovers dating acting president of the preventorium. The baroness trained as a nurse in the last war and has a knack for organization, but unfortunately, women aren't supposed to run anything now, so her husband got the job.
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Every day since the war started has been a struggle, but I don't think he cares about that.
No, I think the gendarme is after something else when he reaches for my wrist and traces it with his thumb. You ought to show more respect for an officer of the law. I probably should, considering he could arrest me or seize my ill-gotten goods, dating in Tyler TX expat I'm too angry that he's touching me.
I don't think he'd dare if I were wearing my engagement ring. It's tucked under my scarf, hanging from my neck on a chain because it kept slipping local dates Maine a finger that has become, like the rest of me, thinner than before the war.
Thinking about it makes me combative. That's enough to shame the gendarme, who Lakeland FL i ready to date again like he was just testing me. Sure, I was so devoted that I made Henri wait until the very last minute, once it was too late to arrange the wedding he wanted.
Feeling miserably guilty, I look away, and the gendarme notices. Your cheeks are pink! This is a stupid lie, because Travert knows I've been hiking, camping, and hunting in these rugged woods since I was in pigtails. A bicycle ride isn't enough to wind me. Then again, everything is harder when you're hungry. Travert puffs out his barrel chest. The Marshal says to stay fit. Get lots of exercise and fresh air. I could outrun Travert in a footrace any day, but I'd rather not have to, so I settle on sarcasm. According to inmate dating Vista Marshal, the honor of France is so fragile that it was lost to art, accents, women, and wine.
These days it's hard to believe in anything but Lafayette. And it's self-interest that saves me. Tempted by the dried sausage peeking out of its first, Travert breaks an end off for his lunch and leaves me the rest. He knows I'm guilty of black market dates or he wouldn't have taken a piece of my sausage, so I don't argue. Once inside the castle gates, I dodge lady puddles in the drive, where the ambulance has been stranded man Nyc NY dating a week without fuel.
The children are at recess wearing scout uniforms; it seems everyone wears a uniform of some kind Scottsdale girls looking for sugar daddies days to restore our morals.
Both girls are curious about my packages, so I scold, "No peeking. It's a surprise for the kitchen. Our Lafayette kids all love the buttery crisps sent to us by Madame Beatrice from New York; they don't know our supplies are dwindling because of the blockade.
For the children, the war seems far away, and we want to keep it that way, so I say, "We have to save the cookies for Christmas, but you might get a little sausage in your lentil soup. Now, go play before nap time.
When the girls run off, I stow the bicycle, tuck the cigarettes into my back pocket, and take the parcels to the old feudal guardroom kitchen, which the baroness has all but transformed into a modern canning factory. She's determined to pickle and preserve every last edible thing before winter sets in, assisted by the school's doyenne, Madame LeVerrier, and the free chat rooms South Bend no registration secretary-general, Madame Simon-both of whom are as much a part of the castle as the wooden shutters on the casement windows.
Working beneath old copper pots that hang from the vaulted ceiling, the three women greet me as a heroine for finding even a little sugar.
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Boulagnon said he didn't expect a shipment in Paulhaguet for a week. Where did you get it? She also said, When there's a war on, it's best not to tell anyone anything they don't need to know. I shake my head. It's somebody else's turn to risk trading on the black market. Doing it once was impulsive. Twice would be stupid. I've always believed that you shouldn't put your neck out for others unless you want it chopped. So, having done my good deed, I trudge to my classroom, Hemet speed dating reviews plain chamber featuring rows of wooden desks for little girls and one for me.
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Over the door hangs a new portrait of the Marshal, white-haired, white-whiskered, and in uniform. Every teacher in France is supposed to enlist children to send drawings and letters and stories to the new head of state as a so-called Christmas Surprise for the Marshal.
I resent this. Our sick kids are with us at the preventorium only between six months and two years, until they're cured. My job is to see they don't fall so far behind in schooling that they can't pass the examinations for their certificate of primary studies. I teach them reading, writing, and basic mathematics. I don't have time to teach them about the Marshal or his so-called new National Revolution.
Or maybe I just don't want to, because my feelings about both are mixed. Not that I have the right to judge. I'm no war hero, and everyone says the Marshal is doing the best he can. After all, dating Glendale hat half the country occupied by the Nazis, we're all held at gunpoint, and it's impossible to know which of the new laws the Marshal is forcing down our throats and which Hitler is forcing down his.