he had told her when they spoke together on Skype as they did every Friday. His voice had sounded a little guilty, but also very definite, like the time-delayed pictures of his face, which had taken on a golden-brown coloring under the California sun. “I thought it was better to tell you right away,” he added ingenuously, smiling at her from the screen in his boyish way. “I hope we can still be friends.” Rosalie had indeed expected many things. But definitely not that René would end their relationship on Skype. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before—still, she should have seen it coming, and if she hadn’t been so bound up with the events and emotional upheavals of her own life she would certainly have noticed the signs earlier. Almost three weeks had passed since she had taken her boyfriend to the airport in Paris. From the very beginning she’d gotten the impression that René was taking to his seminar in San Diego like a duck to water—whenever she spoke to him, this was the old-fashioned phrase that popped into her mind.
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