Those summer evenings were all alike. As Marie-José used to say, we had to make the time pass. Of its own accord, it didn’t, or wouldn’t: the days lingered like overripe fruit, soft and heavily scented, melting into the glaucous dusk. We gathered by the hotel pool, on the cliff top, after suppe…
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