Why Willy?

It's good the Tour is over.

That's what Sweezus thinks.

He wonders what Belle will do now.

There she is, sitting with Terence, eating macarons, on a park bench in Paris, under a plane tree.

Arne-Doppelganger is nowhere in sight.

Sweezus wanders over, acting casual.

Hi Sweezie, says Belle. Like one of these?

Yeah, thanks, says Sweezus, taking a pink one, his favourite.

Guess what! says Terence.

I guess you'll be staying in Paris, says Sweezus.

Guess WHAT! says Terence.

No, says Belle. I'll be heading off soon.

Yeah? says Sweezus.

GUESS WHAT! says Terence.

What? Spit it out! says Sweezus.

Terence looks at Belle.

Will she say Sweezus is rude? (Because he IS!)

No, she is wiping a crumb from her lips as though nothing has happened.

I'm going back to see Willy, says Terence.

He isn't, says Belle. He's going to Ferney.

With you? asks Sweezus.

No with papa and David, says Belle. And you and I.......

You and me? says Sweezus.

Yes, you and I are going back to take charge of the office, says Belle.

Cool! says Sweezus. ( Really cool. And she hasn't mentioned her boyfriend.)

I'M GOING BACK TO SEE WILLY! shouts Terence.

Good luck with that, says Belle. Valence is a long way away. And Papa won't take any nonsense.

Willy, says Sweezus. Who's Willy?

Willy the WIND, says Terence. He had no pants.

I hope that's not why he's called Willy, says Belle.

Willy, says Terence, flipping his lap lap.

Papa will be along in a minute, says Belle . They're setting off straight away. Oh, how I used to love Ferney. It had such a beautiful garden.

Here comes Vello now, with David.

David has a child's seat fixed on the back of his bike.

Hello, says Vello. Is Terence ready for his big adventure?

Yes, says Belle. All ready. Goodbye Terence. Be good.

Terence is buckled into the child's seat.

His lap lap gets hitched up in the strap.

Bye bye dear, says Vello, giving Belle a peck on the cheek.

Have a lovely time, says Belle. Send me photos.

Vello rides off, followed by David, with Terence behind.

His bum's showing, says Sweezus.

Not my problem, says Belle.

Nor mine, says Sweezus.

Not any more, says Belle. Here, have another, there's one more pink one.

Sweezus takes the last macaron.