“We’ve known each other slightly for a long time,” Déborah would say about Georges. “We used to know each other quite well,” Georges would say about Déborah. Until, thirty years after their school days together, Déborah had looked at Georges with new eyes and become interested in him at last. She’d thought that Georges would be thrilled to have another shot with his teenage crush. But that didn’t turn out to be the case. “I’d really like for us to be friends,” Georges had said.
