On the fourteenth of July, Romeo had made it his mission to go into town and buy fireworks. Able to launch big and pretty ones out here since there was nothing but other houses of wealthy families on vacation? Romeo was happy when he opened the door and a clean crew cut college student said a sheepish, “Bon jour...?”
Laughing hearing the unsure French Romeo asked in English, “Can I help you?” The British accent posh and smooth on the brain, the man was kind, “Me and my mates are staying in my parents house adjacent to you and the lady miss and her son over there.” His thumb to Penelope’s place, he smiled a little, “We didn’t know if anyone would be up here, the last time we came no one was. But we have a LOT of fireworks and they’re huge and loud. And we didn’t you guys to call the polic
