Crazy Lady Page 31
“Daavid?” queries Daisy, appearing from nowhere. “I zhought you had gone.”
“No, Daisy,” he replies as he gazes towards the Château Roger on the promontory. “I was just chasing a dream.” And then he looks deeply into her dark Mediterranean eyes and reaches out to touch her hand, asking, “Would you like to have dinner with me this evening?”
Daisy’s broad smile gives him the answer, but then she asks, “What about your novel and l’homme au masque de fer— zhe Man in zhe Iron Mask?”
“I shall set him free,” says Bliss as he bends to write the last sentence in his book. “He was a passionate and good man who was just the unwitting victim of a very cruel trick.”
