{"id":802,"date":"2017-05-24T18:02:31","date_gmt":"2017-05-24T18:02:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lagrangerouge.com\/?p=802"},"modified":"2017-09-20T03:14:22","modified_gmt":"2017-09-20T03:14:22","slug":"randy-and-jenny-5-years","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lagrangerouge.com\/en\/randy-and-jenny-5-years\/","title":{"rendered":"Randy and Jenny \u2013 5 years"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Spring 2006<\/strong><\/h4>\n

As eloquent and poetic as it is to start a story with a rainy day, a snowstorm, sunshine or some other mood-setting meteorological circumstances, the truth is, in this particular story, it’s a terribly average spring day on which a rental car like any other pulls into a driveway like any other in Southern France. From her bedroom window, she watches as four people step out: A family from Qu\u00e9bec. Her dad says they’re on vacation and will be staying at their house for a few days. One by one, they walk into the house; One by one, she assesses them:<\/p>\n

The Dad: Huge smile, really friendly and outgoing.<\/p>\n

The Mom: Pretty and tall; gives off an aura of profound kindness.<\/p>\n

Son #2: Shy, like the mom. Friendly. Not sure what to make of him just yet.<\/p>\n

Son #1: Meh, I wouldn’t marry him.<\/p>\n

Days go by. The family leaves.<\/p>\n

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