The return of Carlos

Finally that day was here when Carlos, our gardener, came back to France. His mother did not want to go with us because she "gets car sick." So we went on to the train station and waited. We got worried because a train that came from Paris had just left by the time he arrived and we thought that he had slept through his stop. Finally we called him and he was motoring down the railway with in ten minutes of Valence my mother and I both breathed a sigh of relief. He came through the doorway with the biggest smile I have ever seen on anyone. On the way home he would only stop talking to breath and to listen to our questions (fyi. Carlos does not talk much). His mother was working at a ladies house when he says he wants to drop buy and say hello. We take them back to there house and they invite us in for a drink and well thats about it.