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336 pages, Paperback
Published September 1, 2016
”Out the entranceway comes the man they say is my husband. He beams and rushes down the stairs, bounding as if he had done this hundreds of times; he knows every indentation in the steps, in the grooves and hollows of the driveway.
His boots grind the pebbles. He touches me as if fearful I might break.
’Chérie, Charlotte.’ He embraces me. ’Salut, Jérémie,’ he says to the doctor.
His voice is a rich port, all hidden depths and subtlety. His stubble grazes my cheek and I smell lemon, clean and fresh. His teeth as he talks: all pearly gleam.”
”There are windows across from where I sit. If I lean and stretch to the left, the trees that mark the end of the field are visible. Denuded, gnarled limbs are stark against the blue horizon. Feathered tips of a cypress cluster peek over a faded tile roof.”






