so as not to awaken albertine
who was sleeping on the twin bed
on the other side
of the nightstand,
celeste made her way
to the window
looking down on the square.
a lone figure was seated
at a table
outside the little cafe.
to ask jean-louis
when celeste and her aunt would return?
they would probably not be back until the following night
- after all, they were staying this night
with the intent of visiting the aunt's publisher for lunch in the afternoon.
but even to know this might give leonie a little courage
in facing cousin berthe.
ah, what was the use!
now that the embarrassment she had felt with jean-louis was gone, the thought of facing cousin berthe overwhelmed her.
surely she could have stayed a bit longer at the table with jean-louis, perhaps had another cup of tea and another scone.
they had actually been quite good.
and she could have asked him questions!
as he watched leonie disappear
into the darkness of the lane,
what was that all about?
he did not consider mentioning the curious incident
to albertine or celeste when they returned.
if the young woman -
what was her name ? -
chose to tell celeste about it
that was their affair.
through the darkening clouds.
as leonie began her walk homeward.
the trees mocked her
as she passed.
she sensed jean-louis closing the front door behind her.
when she reached the end of the lane,
she glanced backward.
all the lights in the house were off.