Henri insisted that Philipe drive me around the city, which wasn't necessary, considering it was safe for me now. But then again, I didn't know Saint-Étienne very well, so it might have been for my convenience after all that he drive me around. Also I didn't know how to drive stick, which this European Mercedes most definitely was.
Philipe, like Henri, was a fluent English speaker, so I could relax and speak English around him, even though it was safer for me to speak French anywhere that wasn't my home. He was a loyal young man only two years older than me, and he had been contracted by Henri himself.
In fact, everyone in the house had been contracted by Henri himself. All I had to do was hire him, and he immediately took care of the rest. I would forever be in his debt.
