Sooner or later, we all knew that justice would prevail. Someone had to do time for the crime. America has to be protected from visiting 12-year-old French boys.
So we lined up the suspects at the local police station (aka the Museum of Crime and Punishment in Washington DC) and watched for those telltale signs of guilt.
Yep, it was the grandmother. Just look at that line-up below. The rest of them are little angels compared to that deceptively sweet-looking little old lady who inflicted Romain on the poor, long-suffering Allen-Mills family.
Marie Deroche, j'accuse.
I suppose that in the interests of family harmony I shall have to pass a lenient sentence, and given that you are looking after my French bicycle and keeping us supplied with chocolate biscuits, there are mitigating circumstances.
So I'll let you off with a warning: next time you bring Romain to America, the handcuffs will be waiting.....
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