“We can find work there,” I said. “And we can live together.” “Just the two of us?” “Yes,” I said. “We don’t need anyone else, do we?” Fabienne looked at me strangely. It was not one of her usual looks, teasing, or contemptuous, or mockingly affectionate. I knew every expression on her face as she knew every thought on my mind. But now her eyes betrayed something else. Alarm. Incredulity. Even hostility.
