<strong>Lady Beatrice</strong><br/><br/>Lady Beatrice led the way. The front doors stopped her in her tracks.  She took a step forward but they did not open automatically.<br/><br/>“French electricity,” she grumbled but saw movement inside near the back.<br/><br/>She waved the girls to follow, “Come my lovelies, we shall use Zippo’s private entrance. That’s always open to me!”<br/><br/>Without missing a beat she went around the narrow alley. She had to turn sideways to make it past the ford transport LXT that read in French and she translated for the girls.<br/><br/>“Ahh… electricians. Just as I thought.”<br/><br/>She opened the door and stepped into the hallway. Her voice melodic as she called out Zippo’s first name. She moved past three closed door before stopping at the one painted all purple.<br/><br/>Turning back to motion the girls to her, she spoke in a whisper, “Come now. Don’t be shy. I want Guido to meet all of you! We’ll all go in at once!”