The Singing Of The Cicadas I
"She's his sister-in-law. They're on vacation. Both have their skeletons in the closet."
Eric was sitting in his patio rocking chair, lazily enjoying the afternoon sun and the Mistral breeze. Contented, he watched his great-grandchildren run around and play in the garden of his old mansion in Aubagne near Aix-en-Provence. With his belly...