The "F" Word

This is post 7 of Section I. To begin at the beginning, go here.

It certainly was, Bennett thought, and then Stephen opened the door. “Mmm. I thought I smelled pesto!” Gwen said, and Bennett sniffed appreciatively, registering the odor he had been too distracted to notice before.
“Bienvenu chez Robert et Jacques,” Stephen said, bowing them in.
“You must be Stephen. I’m Gwen,” she said, in her direct manner.
The boy took her proffered hand and kissed it. “Enchanté de faire votre connaissance.”
“Professor Bennett,” Bennett said stiffly, extending his hand with some reluctance. Good looking boy, he was thinking, and spoke French with a fine accent. Too bad they had turned him into a f—mustn’t say the “f” word.

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