She was lying awake beside John, watching the slow dawn and wondering if Bruno was going to bring their order and stay for his midday meal as usual, or whether he would keep away from Chez Dom. She hadn’t seen him since Friday and was dreading the thought of having to face him. But she also wanted to see him. It was true. She wanted to see him not in the real world, but in some kind of ideal place, where they would be accountable only to each other. But where was that? If he was going to sit there in his regular place in the dining room today, giving Nejib and his grim companion a hard time of it as usual … She couldn’t think about it. And when he walked into the kitchen holding a box of Grosse Lisse against his chest, how was she going to meet his eyes? Her thoughts were in a mess. Hopefully Bruno would be too ashamed to show up. He might even be so ashamed of what they’d done that he would never show up again; his disappearance from their lives a puzzle for everyone but herself.
