"His name is Benoit and the theater is named after him - a family theater," Hans explained as they left his house and walked out into the street.
He didn't offer the use of his motorcycle - driving it didn't appeal to him much these days, and it hardly seemed a proper ride for his sister anyway. Besides, the breeze was cooling and it was a nice evening for a walk. "He had the nerve to seat himself across from me at lunch the other day."