Chocolat

by Joanne Harris

  “OK.”

  She closes her eyes again, and I begin to sing softly:

  V’la l’bon vent, v’la l’joli vent

  V’la l’bon vent, ma mie m’appelle

  Hoping that this time it will remain a lullaby. That this time the wind will not hear. That this time ? please, just this once ? it will leave without us.

  THE END

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