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Pursuing Every Loving Moment

The Gauthier family were having fun on their summer holiday, the days away from their home in Limoges exceeding their expectations, even those of their daughter Natalie and son Dion. The girl was into her nineteenth year and Dion getting on for eighteen. It wasn’t spoken of but they all knew that, in all probability, it would be the last of such family holidays.

Recent events had already proved that to be the case, where it concerned Natalie and her mother, Katrine.

The weather was uncommonly warm, even for this part of France, the sun sparkling off the stilled waters of lakes and rivers that they swam in or sailboarded on, or that they might cross while out on a day’s excursion away from what had become their first week’s preferred holiday park and where they had a special pitch for their refurbished motorhome.

It had been Matis's idea to spend the three weeks of his summer leave touring the Dordogne and beyond. The plan, eventually, was to end their holiday in a resort close to a favourite beach, south of Bordeaux, before they headed back east and to their home; all of them feeling refreshed and tanned, and their family bonds tightened once more.

“We had a good time on the river yesterday, didn’t we?” Matis said as he sipped on his breakfast coffee and then munched on a croissant that Katrine had bought in the camp’s store before any of them had gotten up after a late night. “We could go rafting today. There are some white-water rapids close to us that someone ...

... in the cafeteria told me about.”

“You guys go. I’m not feeling so good this morning.”

Concerned, Katrine looked at her son. “You must have swallowed river water when your canoe capsized, yesterday. I did get to worrying about you after that happened.”

“I’ll live,” he said, smiling at her.

“It’s nothing to joke about,” she replied and adjusted the fit of her blouse as it fell open and drew her son’s attention to what she wore underneath. She hadn’t seen that look from him upon her for some time. “You don’t know what they dump into the water these days just to save a few Euros!”

“I guess so. It was difficult not to take some in,” Nico mumbled, his hands twisting the hem of his T-shirt and making it ride up over his stomach. Katrine saw her son’s muscles tighten and become even more defined as he twisted in his seat. “Sorry, but I’ve got to go. I’ll try and get to the sanitaire block and not mess up the place here!”

Katrine intended to follow him, a part of the way, but Matis put a restraining hand on her bare arm. “Stay here and finish your breakfast. He’s in the men’s room and you’re not dressed to go wandering about there. He’ll be okay.”

“I’m in my holiday shorts and blouse!” she retorted but looked down at her scoop-necked top, just to check what he meant, “and I’ve got my bikini on underneath. I was going to try the pool before we all went out, but our plans have changed.”

“There’s no time for that if we’re going to make a day of it,” Matis answered ...