Sophie sits in front of the oven watching two breakfast croissants warm up. Unblinking,immovable, nose almost to the glass. Quite convinced that she's stumbled across the secret place from whence all good things come .
Later in the day Sophie can again be found sitting in front of the oven. 'The font' works around her. Noix de Saint-Jacques roties meuniere, mouselline de chou-fleur vanillee, jus a l'orange reduit, huile verte. Sophie doesn't move from her position. She's staring fixatedly at the oven door waiting for the croissants to reappear.
With Sophie refusing to leave the kitchen Bob comes with me to the barbers. The first time brother and sister have ever been apart. A moments hesitation at the door as he moves from the sunshine of the street into the darkness of the salon. Inside three pensioners from the old folks home sitting on the sofa . They greet him. A fourth half dozing on the armchair doesn't notice. The barber springs to his feet - delighted to see a paying customer with hair.
Bob sits by the barbers chair. He's there for all of two minutes , then he's off exploring. Muzzle scratched by the three old farmers on the sofa. No hesitation from them, or him. They chat away as if chatting to an old friend. They're not embarrassed and neither is he. Last years magazines on the table sniffed. Bob cocks his head and looks at the fourth pensioner , who is now whistling in his sleep , then moves off to settle under the ailing aspidistra.
A young PON's most excellent adventure. He's chosen to settle in the self same spot where an old PON sat a year ago. Life continues. Bob knows that all is well with the world.