LC Eurostyle Sporting Jacket
I wanted to meet Solange at her family's place for another formal hunt last fall'the sight of this woman in a fitted hunting jacket does me good.
My schedule only allowed an informal ride through the forest.
'Here, Peterman, we will try this,' said Solange. She held up a jacket that belonged to her brother, who was away on a crisis at the Ministry of Communications, and pinned it against my shoulders with her thumbs.
An appraising tilt of the head; 'It will do,' she said.
Brisk canter over red and gold leaves under a cold grey sky; I was glad for the high zip-up neck. At the forest's edge we met another couple riding. They chatted with us in French for a while; I nodded as if I understood.
Solange was thoughtful on the way back to the house. 'I suppose it's true,' she finally said, inspecting her pommel. 'You do look almost French now.'
A sideways glance and a slight smile.