Mr. Renard returned wet and cold and slammed the door behind him. "I should give you a thrashing for coming down here," he raised his fist to Idy, "but lucky for you, I'm in a good mood." Idy pulled the little girl closer to her heart. "You'll take care of her," Mr. Renard said. "She's your responsibility, understand?" Idy nodded. So this was the delivery he had been referring to. This was the sort of help he wanted from her. Mr. Renard lowered his...