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that I found what was missing. It was amour —love. Everything changed when I found my true love. I changed.”
    Suddenly the hostess of the restaurant, a plump woman with a warm smile, appeared and wrapped her arms around the chef.
    â€œL’amour changes everything,” she said.
    Stanley didn’t know what to say. Meanwhile, Agent Lunette and Aunt Simone were staring dreamily into each other’s eyes.
    â€œOui ,” Aunt Simone said lightly. “L’amour changes everything.”
    â€œOui ,” Agent Lunette agreed. He took her hands and held them to his cheek.
    Etoile wrinkled her nose at Stanley. “Maybe you should get down off the table now,” she whispered.
    Stanley thought that was a good idea, so he did.
    The waiter wheeled over a silver platter. “I have created a new dish,”
    Chef Lillou announced. “All over the world, Crêpe Suzette is known as one of the great French desserts. But I have made something new. Something magnifique. It is called Crêpe Stanley!” The waiter lifted the silver dome off the platter with a flourish, and everyone oohed and ahhed.

    Stanley and Etoile were finally full after they’d each eaten eight entire Crêpe Stanleys.
    â€œMy compliments to the chef!” Stanley told Chef Lillou, shaking his hand. “Can I take some home for my brother, Arthur, too?”

Au Revoir
    Etoile and Stanley stood together beneath the Arc de Triomphe, a giant monument shaped like an arch in the center of the city. The lights of Paris twinkled around them.
    â€œI feel so small standing here,” said Etoile.
    â€œI feel flat,” said Stanley, “like usual.”
    Etoile laughed. “Will you write me?” she asked.
    Stanley nodded. Then he said, “Maybe one day I can come visit by airmail.”
    â€œI hope so,” said Etoile.
    Neither of them said anything for a long time.
    â€œIt’s time for me to go,” Stanley said at last. “Au revoir , Etoile.”
    â€œAu revoir , Stanley.”
    She turned to walk away—and then she spun around and gave Stanley a hug and a kiss on the cheek. And in that moment, the evening breeze almost blew him away.

    One afternoon, several weeks later, Stanley and his brother, Arthur, were lying on their beds in their room, daydreaming of Paris.
    Arthur groaned. “I would give anything to have one more Crêpe Stanley. I can’t believe I ate all forty-six of them the night you got home.”
    â€œWhy don’t you write Aunt Simone?” Stanley said. “I bet she could get Chef Lillou to send you some more.”
    â€œWhy don’t you just climb in an envelope and go get me some more?” replied Arthur.
    â€œWhy don’t I flatten you with a bulletin board and then you can climb into an envelope?” teased Stanley.
    Stanley reached under his pillow, and pulled out the latest letter from Etoile. He never got tired of rereading her letters.

    One of her paintings had been accepted into a special exhibition of young artists’ work. It was a portrait of him called La Terre Est Plate: “The World Is Flat.” He glanced up at his wall. Next to his bulletin board, he’d hung the T-shirt he was wearing the day they’d met—the one that she had painted on. He thought it was a masterpiece. He tucked the letter back under his pillow.
    Arthur suddenly jumped from his bed and onto Stanley’s. “I know how we can make more,” said Arthur with a devilish grin, towering over Stanley.
    â€œArthur, don’t—” Stanley said.
    â€œS’il vous plaît ,” Arthur said. “May I please have . . .”
    â€œArthur!” Stanley giggled.
    Arthur leaped in the air and threw himself down on Stanley, rolling over his body like a rolling pin.
    â€œCrêpe Stanley!” he shouted.

WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT PARIS
    The Eiffel Tower was built for the 1889 Paris World’s Fair. It