While France was Mediterranean, his accent certainly sounded on the southern end of that. Mr. McPadraic’s brow quirked, and there was a subtle but nonetheless quizzical tilt of Ahmet’s head in response. Whatever McPadraic saw, he got the sense it was not what he was hoping for.
Baudelaire had always been... well, slimier than caviar. Before he’d sent ‘Armel’ off (and for the longest time he’d assumed that Baudelaire had simply mixed up his name), he had talked to him about his time in Germany. Asked if he’d ever been to Alsace (which he had been, for a school trip once). If he’d like to move up in the world.
He was naïve, perhaps, to assume it would be straightforward.
“Thank you, sir.”
Mr. Baudelaire spoke a big game – it might have been his greatest gift of all. What would Mr. Baudelaire have said of ‘Armel’s origins?
“My family is quite well-traveled. I have been in Mr. Baudelaire’s employ for a decade, and spent much of my time and schooling in Germany before that.”
Shit. Wait. Had that been a hint to stick Alsace in there somewhere?
Baudelaire had always been... well, slimier than caviar. Before he’d sent ‘Armel’ off (and for the longest time he’d assumed that Baudelaire had simply mixed up his name), he had talked to him about his time in Germany. Asked if he’d ever been to Alsace (which he had been, for a school trip once). If he’d like to move up in the world.
He was naïve, perhaps, to assume it would be straightforward.
“Thank you, sir.”
Mr. Baudelaire spoke a big game – it might have been his greatest gift of all. What would Mr. Baudelaire have said of ‘Armel’s origins?
“My family is quite well-traveled. I have been in Mr. Baudelaire’s employ for a decade, and spent much of my time and schooling in Germany before that.”
Shit. Wait. Had that been a hint to stick Alsace in there somewhere?