gloom. I fixed my mind upon my sewing in slow motion; repeating my mantra, begging God to reverse everything, please don’t let this be true.
And then I dressed robotically, walked in a trance to the grocers, and bought the minimum.
Somewhere along the way I must have decided to proceed as if everything was normal, so when Loup arrived home, worn out from driving in the heat, I kissed him and offered him the ritual iced coffee and bowl of nuts. He saw that I had been sewing, but sensed that all was not right.
‘Chéri, we are going to have to drive over to your sister’s soon. You have something to tell her…’
I break, and Loup knew straight away.
‘Pascal?’ he quavered,
‘What has happened to Pascal?’’
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