supplies down hereâin case we need to hide from the Nazis. Come down and look. I did a good job, I think.â She backed down the ladder and Vianne followed her into the darkness. Lighting a lantern, Isabelle proudly showed off Papaâs shotgun and the foodstuffs and medical supplies.
Vianne went straight to their motherâs jewelry box, opening it.
Inside lay brooches and earrings and necklaces, mostly costume pieces. But at the bottom, lying on blue velvet, were the pearls that Grandmère had worn on her wedding day and given to Maman to wear on her wedding day.
âYou may need to sell them someday,â Isabelle said.
Vianne clamped the box shut. âThey are heirlooms, Isabelle. For Sophieâs wedding dayâand yours. I would never sell them.â She sighed impatiently and turned to Isabelle. âWhat food were you able to get in town?â
âI did this instead.â
âOf course you did. Itâs more important to hide Mamanâs pearls than to feed your niece supper. Honestly, Isabelle.â Vianne climbed up the ladder, her displeasure revealed in tiny, disgusted huffs.
Isabelle left the cellar and drove the Renault back into place over the door. Then she hid the keys behind a broken board in one of the stalls. At the last moment, she disabled the automobile by removing the distributor cap. She hid it with the keys.
When she finally returned to the house, Vianne was in the kitchen, frying potatoes in a cast-iron skillet. âI hope you arenât hungry.â
âIâm not.â She moved past Vianne, barely making eye contact. âOh, and I hid the keys and distributor cap in the first stall, behind a broken board.â In the living room, she turned on the radio and scooted close, hoping for news from the BBC.
There was a staticky crackle and then an unfamiliar voice said, âThis is the BBC. Général de Gaulle is speaking to you.â
âVianne!â Isabelle yelled toward the kitchen. âWho is Général de Gaulle?â
Vianne came into the living room, drying her hands on her apron. âWhat isââ
âShush,â Isabelle snapped.
â⦠the leaders who have been at the head of the French army for many years have formed a government. On the pretext that our army has been defeated, this government has approached the enemy with a view to ceasing hostilities.â
Isabelle stared at the small wooden radio, transfixed. This man theyâd never heard of spoke directly to the people of France, not at them as Pétain had done, but to them in an impassioned voice. âPretext of defeat. I knew it!â
â⦠we certainly have been, and still are, submerged by the mechanical strength of the enemy, both on land and in the air. The tanks, the aeroplanes, the tactics of the Germans astounded our generals to such an extent that they have been brought to the pain which they are in today. But has the last word been said? Has all hope disappeared? Is the defeat final?â
âMon Dieu,â Isabelle said. This was what sheâd been waiting to hear. There was something to be done, a fight to engage in. The surrender wasnât final.
âWhatever happens,â de Gaulleâs voice went on, âthe flame of French resistance must not and shall not die.â
Isabelle hardly noticed that she was crying. The French hadnât given up. Now all Isabelle had to do was figure out how to answer this call.
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Two days after the Nazis occupied Carriveau, they called a meeting for the late afternoon. Everyone was to attend. No exceptions. Even so, Vianne had had to fight with Isabelle to get her to come. As usual, Isabelle did not think ordinary rules pertained to her and she wanted to use defiance to show her displeasure. As if the Nazis cared what one impetuous eighteen-year-old girl thought of their occupation of her country.
âWait here,â Vianne said
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