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2024-10-29 19:42:56I was happy to find Lady Audrey up and awake. She was obviously surprised to hear from me again so soon, and she hesitated before giving me authorization to record the call. Brandon moved back to sit at the other end of the couch.
“I’m sorry to bother you, but I’d need to ask you if there’s any kind of historic family record at the Foundation, or somewhere else.”
“I’m sort of the official family historian.” Of course she would place herself in the center of the action. “What do you need?”
“Does the name Cristine Gauthier ring a bell?”
“No. Who is she?”
“That’s what I need to find out. She lived in Amiens, France, over a hundred years ago, and died there in the Great War. That would put her in the third generation, give or take. Did any Blotter live in France about that time?”
“I couldn’t say.” What kind of historian was she
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