0047 Mediocre Existence

Late August usually meant consecutive sunny days with a highest temperature of twenty-three Celsius in Normandy. It’s in the far north of France that it did not get really hot. It never had scorching weather. However, today, the smiling sun was covered by dark, gloomy clouds that suddenly appeared.

To the public, it was an unfortunate day to cancel outdoor activities in case it poured. But to those who knew better like the members of the de la Roche family, the brooding weather signified a totally different thing.

“Has André woken up?” An elderly man in his sixties asked, but his question was met with silence.

He sat in an intricate chaise with his cane crafted with a brass heart and black lacquered beechwood shaft. Its handle was silver-plated, hand enameled, and embellished with Swarovski