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‘What excuse did she give for not coht?’ Olivier asked

‘Said Sophie’d sprained her ankle,’ said Clara with a scowl There were guffaws around the table She turned to Gamache to explain ‘Sophie’s always sick or injured in so as I’ve known her’

Ga about that?’

‘Sophie? Easy Attention-seeking Jealous of Mo

‘Don’t worry,’ said Gaured that one out Sophie’s also lost weight recently’

‘Tons,’ said Gabri ‘But she bobs up and down Lost weight a few years ago too but put it all back’

‘Does it run in the fae?’

Again they looked at each other, except Ruth who stole a piece of bread fro as I remember,’ said Clara

Gamache nodded and sipped his wine ‘Marvelous dinner, Peter Thank you’ He raised his glass to Peter, who acknowledged the coame hens,’ said Olivier to Peter ‘Isn’t that your party dish this year?’

‘But you aren’t guests,’ said Peter ‘We only do that for real people’

‘I think you’ve been hanging around Ruth,’ said Olivier

‘Actually, ere going to ht with your babies, you ht not want to eat them,’ Peter said to Ruth

‘What do you enuinely perplexed and Gas weren’t human, weren’t her actual babies

‘So you wouldn’t mind if we ate poultry?’ Peter asked ‘Or even Bru to barbecue some confit du canard’

‘Rosa and Lilium aren’t chickens and they aren’t ducks,’ said Ruth

‘They aren’t?’ said Clara ‘What are they?’

‘I think they’re flying monkeys,’ said Gabri to Olivier, who snorted

‘They’re Canada geese’