berthe has not yet realized
that i have been gone…
and i can slip back in without her being any the wiser…
i only need walk a little way
to be able to see if there any lights on in the house…
leonie forced herself to stand up
and begin walking down the beach.
could now stop celeste
from putting her clothes on
and going down to the square.
once she made up her mind to do something,
she never backed down.
it would be weak to do so.
besides, was not albertine always running on
about how women should not be timid little mice?
celeste moved silently to the bureau
in which she had placed
her carefully folded clothes.
as she looked down into the square where the young man -
somehow she assumed he was a young man, though obviously she could not see him clearly -
was seated by himself in front of the cafe,
which appeared to be closed -
why should i be afraid to go down into a street in the middle of paris,
late though it be?
celeste glanced back at the sleeping albertine.
why is that that young man sitting there?...
surely the cafe is closed ...
he could be a murderer…
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.