Postcards from her brother were not always reliable, but if the itinerary scrawled on a just received postcard from Marseille was semi-accurate, Jack and Nico were now driving North, probably – if they were not delayed by lunches and dinners in Lyon -- in the grape harvest season they were somewhere in Burgundy.
If Caydance recollected correctly, one of Nico's uncles owned a chateau and winery somewhere between Beaune and Dijon. She wanted to talk to Jack about what she and Mei had found in the space behind the easil in the studio workshop, but there was nothing she could do but wait for Jack to call her, which sooner or later would probably occur.
Meanwhile -- as he sat in a French kitchen, drinking red wine in a harvest month, listening to Jolie's story -- from somewhere in this dreamy chateau, he should call his sister, Jack thought.
Jolie faltered. Yvonne-Marie picked up the story. " François, we should tell you, acted on a persistent memory of working with a paintbrush and paint. He began by visiting known battlefields and painting places where he might once have fought as a soldier. The first place he painted was Utah beach on the coast of Normandy."