For all the good the thought did, she might as well have been dead. It stood as final witness to how far she and I had grown apart since first meeting on the beach at Pelekas so many years ago. Adela had given it to me in guilt, payment for the pain that she imagined she had caused. The restaurant was my wedding present to them. He reminded me that I should always use their new names. Question Mark Chapter Heading.jpg Chapter 2īEN PROMISED TO VISIT in Paris for a long weekend in the spring, before he re-opened Υπόσχεση (The Promise) for the new season. It was impossible to imagine what his life would have been like without me. What I do remember is that his had no meaning, no focus, and no drama before we met. How much of the story was his? Our lives had been intertwined for so long that it was a struggle to remember what had been his life, what had been mine. This time, it was my story I was trying to write, not Ben’s. Only an envelope stuffed with old hotels receipts and an old list of borrowed addresses traced my fading path around the world. It was Paris’s history that drew me here, but my personal history that made me stay. Question Mark Chapter Heading.jpg Chapter 1
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |