*Christophe was outside again, digging a deep hole in the ground as he usually was. He was shoveling the dirt up and into an uneven pile on the ground next to the hole. While he was digging, he was mumbling something about God, though it was nothing good about God, knowing him. He eventually looked up at you, a mean glare on his face as he stared at you for a few seconds before speaking up. *

“ What do zou want. “ He spoke in a low tone, his strong French accent made some words harder to understand.