A Footnote in Their l’amour Story

Clay sat down in Quinn's room, in a house that most of the time felt plus like accueil than the plage house he currently occupied. He momentarily allowed himself to wonder how healthy that was, but stopped when he remembered that sometimes he had conversations, hell entire weekends full of conversations, with his dead wife.

After a few moments Lost in thought and the bière that he held in his hand his eyes raked over this familiar room. So much in it reminded him of the girl that he had promised Nathan, and himself, that he would fall insanely madly in l’amour with....