EPILOGUE

At her new location, Marie invited her group of friends for a drink. They made toasts praying for peace to those they had lost during the war at the hands of Henri Pinet. Then she stood, held up her glass with the others, and said,

"My loving family of friends... I will return to Paris soon. I would not want Justin to grow up anywhere else. Until then, let us continue to pray that God forgives us for the revenge that was taken. We are only human, after all...Salute."

"Salute!" They drank, and then talked amongst themselves.

Jacques LeMont, the closest of Marie's friends, went to her, and as they hugged, she whispered in his ear:

"Nasty business shoving that gold down his throat."

He looked down at her with a questioning look and a twinkle in his blue eyes.

"Who said it was me?" He looked around the room, "After all, we were ALL there..."