The children gathered around the long table. Jolie sat inbetween Belle and Mignon, her best friends. Both of their faces were white. “What if Alexa does come in?” Mignon’s voice was husky.
“Poppycock!” Mosieur Laurent interjected. “We’ll be fine, so long as we all eat our soup!” The students smiled up at him.
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“Beau?” whispered Jolie to her brother that night. “Beau, do you ever get tired of soup? I mean, we have it everyday…”
“Sometimes, sometimes I want… steak!” Beau’s eyes lit up in the darkness.
“Or porkchops!” Jolie sighed. “I’d like salad every once in a while. We’re lucky to have Monsieur Laurent, aren’t we?” But, Beau had already drifted off to sleep. “Yeah, we are…” she answered her own question.