Fleur looked up at him and gave him a quiet smile before squeezing his arm in a sisterly way.
"Non, mon frere. Goodness and right always are predictable things. It is the rest we have to be vigilant for."
She pulled aside the curtain of the changing room and stepped out, relieved to see the shop was empty. She raised her hand ever so slightly in farewell before slipping out the door and onto the pavement.
Bill would not be pleased about this, which was fine, because she would just not tell him. A wife had to have some secrets, after all. And besides, it was for both his and his brother's own good.