Tell Me Your Dreams. Sidney Sheldon

traditional changing of the guard inside the walls of the fort. They explored the shopping streets, Saint Jean, Cartier, Côte de la Fabrique, and wandered through the Quartier Petit Champlain.

      “This is the oldest commercial district in North America,” Jean Claude told her.

      “It’s super.”

      Everywhere they went, there were sparkling Christmas trees, nativity scenes and music for the enjoyment of the strollers.

      Jean Claude took Toni snowmobiling in the countryside. As they raced down a narrow slope, he called out, “Are you having a good time?”

      Toni sensed that it was not an idle question. She nodded and said softly, “I’m having a wonderful time.”

      Alette spent her time at museums. She visited the Basilica of Notre-Dame and the Good Shepherd Chapel and the Augustine Museum, but she had no interest in anything else that Quebec City offered. There were dozens of gourmet restaurants, but when she was not dining at the hotel, she ate at Le Commensal, a vegetarian cafeteria.

      From time to time, Alette thought about her artist friend, Richard Melton, in San Francisco, and wondered what he was doing and if he would remember her.