It is like a knife through the heart, stabbed to the hilt and then twisted with a strong wrist. The chair by the fire, the room in her house, dinner with the grandfather...
'I see her every day, monsieur. I go to her house.'
He says it because it is the truth, and why would he withhold it?
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Date: 2015-11-14 10:32 pm (UTC)From:It is like a knife through the heart, stabbed to the hilt and then twisted with a strong wrist. The chair by the fire, the room in her house, dinner with the grandfather...
'I see her every day, monsieur. I go to her house.'
He says it because it is the truth, and why would he withhold it?