Gregory Edmont is just another American sojourning in Paris until he adopts a Dalmatian named J.P., and suddenly his life is charmed. The adventure begins with a near-arrest, as the French authorities question the legality of a two-wheeling Dalmatian. They escape, but the roller coaster of a journey continues. Spotted in France forces the reader to consider the role fate plays in our lives, with its surprises and unexpected twists and turns.
|Publisher:||Rowman & Littlefield Publishers, Inc.|
|Edition description:||First Edition|
|Product dimensions:||5.00(w) x 7.63(h) x 0.69(d)|
About the Author
Gregory Edmont writes for film and television. He divides his time among New York, London, and France.
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JP's sad eyes penetrated mine. I looked into the office window of the gendarmerie from the parking lot where we had been "impounded" for more than three hours while [the young gendarme] researched the legality of dogs on scooters.
JP mounted the scooter, panting. I could feel his thought: Why are we sitting here? And I was thinking: Why didn't I turn left and let JP play with the Labrador? Let's go, [JP] whimpered.
It was tempting: There was enough room for a scooter to squeeze past the barrier, and I had all my [identification] papers. I was infused with that naive invincibility one sometimes feels in a foreign place, where ignorance of the law is an excuse. I slid up the kickstand and rolled JP past the barrier. My chest was pounding. I didn't dare look again in the direction of the office, but focused instead on the open road beckoning us. I pushed the scooter harder, faster, and when I was sure we were safely enough away, started the motor.
I accelerated until my heart stopped racing. As the countryside replaced villages, bright ribbons of red and yellow began to form ahead of us, glimmering in the sunlight on the horizon. With the warm wind in my hair (my helmet was strapped to my arm, which definitely was against the law), I felt a proud exhilaration. Being pursued for no real crime seemed unlikely, and getting caught seemed like an impossibility; but even if we were to end up behind bars, it would have been worth it for this moment of thrill. As if sensing this, JP turned his muzzle up and out to let the full force of the air into his mouth, sucking it in. I revved the engine as high as it would go.