– Oh, it's been so long since I last saw him – said the grandma with a sudden blush, and turned to stare at the flames in the fireplace. The evening was still young, but in the middle of winter, night embraced the world well before dinner time. The soup was simmering and spreading its hearty aroma around the room. Claire asked her: – Please, granny, tell me, how was he? – He was charming, my dear. A real prince with no castle or crown. He had eyes as deep as the deepest wells, but they would light up like stars when an inspiration struck him. – Was he handsome? – Yes, I guess you may say so. I never really considered that aspect. – Oh, c'mon… – Ok! Ok! Yes, to my eyes he was the most handsome in the world. – But what about grandpa then? – No, grandpa came much later. I wouldn't have noticed him, like you don't notice a fluffy dust bunny in a corner until you get very close and look right at it. – Tell me about the pendant! Adèle, Claire's grandmother, stood up with
with nowhere to lay my hat