This short story is truly a feast; a sumptuous banquet of disarming characters, luscious language, and delicate descriptive passages.
What a lovely treat to unexpectedly come upon a short tale of such depth and beauty.
Here is a morsel:
"The hostesses made their little preparations in the sitting room. They dared not set foot in the kitchen, for Babette had mysteriously nosed out a cook's mate from a ship in the harbor–– the same boy, Martine realized, who had brought in the turtle–– to assist her in the kitchen and to wait at table, and now the dark woman and the red-haired boy, like some witch with her familiar spirit, had taken possession of these regions. The ladies could not tell what fires had been burning or what cauldrons bubbling there from before daybreak."
How delicious.
Now I have to try to find the film. I remember seeing it a long time ago.
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