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The plane ride to France is familiar and comforting. Two seats in first class, red-eye flight, some movie playing in front of them, but it's not even paid attention to. Alice's bouncing excitement is enough to entertain Jasper for the entire ride.
They arrive at some God-awful hour (for humans) and rent a car out of the airport. The ride to the house is long and winding, but Alice rolls down the window and lets the wind toustle her hair as she breathes in the scent that is...the French countryside. She loves it here. She needs it here.
Her hand slips over to the side to grip her husband's as they pull up the drive to their house. It's just now dawn and overcast, but there is a worker standing there in front of the house already.
He steps up as Alice and Jasper exit the car and nods to both of them. "Bonjour, Madame Whitlock, ça vas?"
Alice squeezes Jasper's hand and looks out over the house, grinning, before taking a deep breath and answering the man. "Bonjour. Je suis...parfait." She turns to her husband. "Can we go inside now? I need to see it."
They arrive at some God-awful hour (for humans) and rent a car out of the airport. The ride to the house is long and winding, but Alice rolls down the window and lets the wind toustle her hair as she breathes in the scent that is...the French countryside. She loves it here. She needs it here.
Her hand slips over to the side to grip her husband's as they pull up the drive to their house. It's just now dawn and overcast, but there is a worker standing there in front of the house already.
He steps up as Alice and Jasper exit the car and nods to both of them. "Bonjour, Madame Whitlock, ça vas?"
Alice squeezes Jasper's hand and looks out over the house, grinning, before taking a deep breath and answering the man. "Bonjour. Je suis...parfait." She turns to her husband. "Can we go inside now? I need to see it."