Today’s snippet is more of the story I posted from last week, about two immigrant farmhands in America right after WWI. Joop has promised his brother Georges he’d stay away from his fiancée, Ophélie, but she’s been going out of her way to run into him.
In this scene, Georges has passed out drunk while walking home from the tavern where Ophélie works. Joop is trying to figure out how to get him home when she drives by.
“It’s Joop, right?”
A thrill raced through Joop as she said his name. “Yes, and you’re Ophélie.”
“You work at my uncle’s farm.”
“And you won’t talk to me.”
“Perhaps you could talk to me as I give you and your brother a ride home?”
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