Nonfiction | September 23, 2014

Dora had lived and acted in Paris for twenty years, and that was where Walter Jean had been born. There had been a divorce, and Walter Jean, Dora informed me, would arrive in early September. I was to stay until I found a new place. She sympathized with breakups, though the circumstances of hers didn’t bear any resemblance to mine, I assumed. Later, after what happened to her son, I wondered how bad hers might have been.

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