Pickled Pink in Paris
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tickled pink in paris. A Julia Fairchild Mystery by P. J. Peterson narrated by Joanna Agnew. Chapter one sunday. Where could he be Julia asked Carly, josh said he'd meet us here after we cleared customs. She again searched the crowd of hopeful faces in the waiting area of the Charles de Gaulle airport. Her heart dropped at not seeing him, then raced wildly in her chest As she had a moment of anxiety about making the decision to meet josh in paris at all. She turned back to her sister. Do you see him yet? Maybe I shouldn't have come. Maybe he'll be sorry. He asked me to join him. Maybe he won't be here after all. Maybe Carly rolled her eyes as she listened to her older sister. You sure have a lot of doubts for someone who has to make split second decisions regularly in your real life, haven't you two been staying in touch regularly. Everything will be fine. Dr Julia Fairchild. Now in her late thirties had built a busy internal medicine practice in southwest Washington State over the 10 years since she finished her residency, it was a challenge to take more than a week off at a time. But she had persuaded her new partner to cover for her while she made this big trip. She had met josh Larson a 40 ish Washington D. C. Corporate attorney who specialized in mergers a few years earlier at an international hospital conference in Monte Carlo. They had reconnected the previous fall when he had shown up in Amsterdam while she and Carly were there on a tap and jazz dancing tour. She'd been thrilled when he had invited her to meet him in paris the following spring where he had scheduled business meetings. Josh had explained that he would be busy with his company's clients, much of the time for the first several days of her trip. So Julia had suggested inviting her sister to keep her company. Now, doubts clouded Julius thoughts. What if you don't have a good time after I've talked you into coming Julia, calm down, said Carly, I'm sure we'll both have a grand time here. How could someone come to paris and not enjoy themselves? She patted Julia's hand, which was resting on the fence separating the arriving passengers from the greeters. Maybe we got through customs faster than he could get through airport traffic, didn't he tell you the congestion here was horrendous. Yes, but hey, I see my name on a placard, Julia pointed to a line of livery drivers holding up signs identifying their intended passengers. Follow me Julia and Carly dragged their luggage through the throngs of travelers saying pardon several times as they moved slowly towards the uniformed man. He was of smallish, build with graying black hair, a cleft chin and small dark eyes. He smiled as julie and Carly approached him, bonjour. I'm Julia Fairchild, she said, pointing to her name on his sign. And this is my sister Carly patterson. I don't see josh. Isn't he here? Welcome to Perry, Mademoiselle. The chauffeur said with a slight bow. My name is Vincent monsieur. Larson is unable to be here. Please allow me to take you to the hotel and you will learn more. He took charge of their luggage and lead the way to a gleaming black limousine. Carly whistled, Pretty fancy sis. I should travel with you more often. Carly patterson, a home body at heart with a golden mop of hair, hazel eyes and an effervescent smile. Didn't usually get the opportunity to travel to europe and had jumped at the chance. Her husband rob was quickly mollified by her promise to learn to prepare some french dishes at luke or Julia, flashed her a happy grin, pleased that Carly had agreed to come on this trip as a physician dedicated to continuing medical education. Julia had traveled over the years to international conferences but had not made it to paris until now the chauffeur poured a flute of champagne for each of the sisters. Once they were settled in the limo, they toasted each other and paris then enjoyed the crisp bubbly drink in comfort as they motored through the city. Though disappointed that josh hadn't met her at the airport with a bouquet of flowers and a kiss Julia was too enthralled with the thrill of visiting paris for the first time to dwell on it. Carly side pinch me, Julia. I'm not sure this is real yet. I don't recall the last time I was in a limousine, said Julia. It wasn't the in thing when I went to our high school prom, as if there were any limos in our little town. Well, that would be another reason, Julia agreed. She pointed, look straight ahead, carly. I can see the Eiffel Tower from here. It's so majestic. Let's plan to go to the top. I hope you mean by elevator charlie had never been the athletic type, but served as a cheerleader for Julia's efforts at running and tap dancing. Maybe we can walk part way up, Julia said, and take the elevator the rest of the way the limousine stopped in front of an elegant older building, Hotel Duchamp Tamar.