Dropping by to say hi

Simone and B arrived in Paris from Lyon and went directly to the car rental agency. Simone was particularly eager because hubby, using air miles, had upgraded the usual car to a luxury version. "We don't have your car ready," the clerk informed Simone. "But we do have another one that is much bigger." Bigger than luxury? Simone shrugged, took the keys and loaded her luggage and B into the car. Clearly, this car had seen better days: scratches, bumps and dents marred its exterior, the inside reeked of smoke and, the final straw, Simone was unable to move the driver's seat forward. It ain't easy changing gears when your short legs can't reach the pedals. The clerk didn't appear surprised when Simone and B waltzed back in and demanded the vehicle they had ordered. Bon. Simone and B drove onto the Périphérique in a sporty little Mercedes. Yummy! First stop? Mam's (that would be Simone's grandmother). They had a nice little visit then hopped to the grocery store where Simone purchased the necessities for B's meals for the upcoming week. They then climbed back into the car and drove to Normandy where her father and stepmother were waiting for them. Only when they got to the house, nobody, in fact, waited for them. The house stood empty. Simone and B went for a walk. They fed a horse and a donkey some grass. They raced around the house. They played soccer. Then, as it got dark and cold, they huddled in the car and turned the heat on...