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Monsieur Picardy

 
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Back to the days of the genteel crime - Editor


 




Monsieur Picardy



by Norman A. Rubin

Madame Edythe Picardy was greatly respected by all the staff at the Clermont Spa. The manager of the
watering place bowed and scraped as he attended to the bejewelled widow and saw to her comfort. When
she arrived for dinner the headwaiter rushed to arrange her seat; the wine waiter was near at hand
to pour her favorite red wine from the wineries of Verien of Gascony.
Royalty from princes to counts, all in reduced circumstances, held Madame Edythe Picardy in great
regard; the philanders admired her collection of baubles as they complimented her; impoverished
artists who spent their last franc to come to the spa looked towards this charming woman as a patron
to their talents.
Yet, their advances did not captivate Madame Edythe Picardy, as she was still mourning for her
wealthy husband, a Monsieur Albert Picardy, albeit his demise was in the past year. The devotees
respected her grief and they worded their phrases carefully when they paid their complimentary
attention.

 
 
 

But, Madame Picardy was only infatuated with M. Alphonse, an esteemed minister in the government.
The portly official was quite knowlegeable and the staid yet humourous way he expressed himself
facinated her. In turn she gave him her arm to be escorted to the dining room to glittery functions
at the spa. “A gentleman just like my dear Albert,” she mused as she tripped lightly beside the
delighted official.
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"Bon jour madame, Monsieur Albert Picardy at your command," addressed the dapper little man to the
well dressed matron seated at a fashionable cafe, "we have a rendevous, n'est-ce pas?"
Monsieur Picardy, was seen as a well-presented gentleman with impeccable manners that flattered
gullible widows, rich of course. He wooed them with compliments, a single token flower, and...
 
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Monsieur Picardy
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_Back to the days of the genteel crime - Editor_

MONSIEUR PICARDY

by Norman A. Rubin

Madame Edythe Picardy was greatly respected by all the staff at the Clermont Spa. The
manager of the watering place bowed and scraped as he attended to the bejewelled widow and
saw to her comfort. When she arrived for dinner the headwaiter rushed to arrange her seat;
the wine waiter was near at hand to pour her favorite red wine from the wineries of Verien
of Gascony.

Royalty from princes to counts, all in reduced circumstances, held Madame Edythe Picardy
in great regard; the philanders admired her collection of baubles as they complimented
her; impoverished artists who spent their last franc to come to the spa looked towards
this charming woman as a patron to their talents.

Yet, their advances did not captivate Madame Edythe Picardy, as she was still mourning
for her wealthy husband, a Monsieur Albert Picardy, albeit his demise was in the past
year. The devotees respected her grief and they worded their phrases carefully when they
paid their complimentary attention.

But, Madame Picardy was only infatuated with M. Alphonse, an esteemed minister in the
government. The portly official was quite knowlegeable and the staid yet humourous way he
expressed himself facinated her. In turn she gave him her arm to be escorted to the dining
room to glittery functions at the spa. “A gentleman just like my dear Albert,” she
mused as she tripped lightly beside the delighted official.

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"Bon jour madame, Monsieur Albert Picardy at your command," addressed the dapper little
man to the well dressed matron seated at a fashionable cafe, "we have a rendevous,
n'est-ce pas?"

Monsieur Picardy, was seen as a well-presented gentleman with impeccable manners that
flattered gullible widows, rich of course. He wooed them with compliments, a single token
flow...

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