![]() ![]() ![]() This time I didn’t mind listening to the things she wanted: a one-piece, backless bathing suit, a silk dress, a gold necklace with stars on it, a turquoise blouse. Other people sat on other benches and the air was chilly. At a market we bought hot chocolate and drank it while sitting on a bench in front of the lake. I don’t like to hear a person’s voice during this kind of moment. ‘I want a bathing suit,’ she said one evening. I don’t think I looked different to anyone else, but I carried the bag proudly with me.Īfter work, if Antoinette came too, we would find ourselves walking next to the cold black river, following it to the black lake, sometimes stopping to throw crumbs for the birds. I left the shop, the small bag tucked under my arm. ![]() Trying it on in the dressing room, I became different. I allowed myself to go into clothing shops, and when I found a delicate black blouse I thought would go well with a simple skirt, and when I had saved enough money, I allowed myself to buy it. Each doorway, even mine, its own theatre of something, with its own suggestion or promise. Every morning and night I walked through that city, to and from the museum, fall turning into winter. ![]()
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