We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. Perhaps marriage hurt. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. That might happen on her birthday—in August. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. “I’ve got bad faults. ‘You must think me a fool, mademoiselle. It’s one of their worst traits, one of their very worst.
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