Snippet #1310051

Smiling Josef thanked the woman in broken French and walked a few feet to sit on a chipped and carved bench to eat the lukewarm pastry.
"Yahd think the French would know they're breads.....terrible." Quickly scarfing the roll Josef wiped his hands on his coat before shouldering his bag and continuing. His stomach continued growling causing him to reluctantly return to the pastry woman for seconds.
One of the things I miss most about home is Elena's cooking.
He sighed and chastised himself for allowing thoughts of his wife to creep into his mind, thinking of her only made him long for home more and more, yet he knew finding Jaque was important as well.

His hand crept to his wallet were he removed a few slips of currency not bothering to see what they were but judging from the womans squeals of delight he had just given a generous tip, smiling he accepted the elderly womans hug as she presented him with the remainder of her pastries and quickly hobbled away down the street.

Looking at the pastries he mumbled, "Well lads your gonna be bragged about later, (imitating a high falsetto)The Pollock liked my pastries so much he bought them all! now cmere and get eaten."

Closing his wallet his eyes rested on the picture he kept of Elena, one from their wedding day, she had looked beautiful.

"Damn,(Swallowing bites of greasy pastry) thats it Jaque, Im spending one more day on your ass then I'm done."
Stowing a few of the pastries in his medic's bag he threw the rest to the birds and continued the search.