The Lying Down Room (Serge Morel 1) - Plot & Excerpts
She could list them if anyone asked. Before she opened her eyes in the morning she would hear the neighbour’s front door slam and wonder what sort of person makes a point of letting the world know they are off to work. The rubbish truck came rumbling down her street and once she heard the men calling to each other in the pre-dawn stillness, in a language she didn’t recognize. It made her wonder why, with so many unemployed, they needed to bring foreigners all the way here to do the job. Whenever she left Maisons-Laffitte to go into Paris, which wasn’t often these days, she found herself frazzled. Dog shit on the footpaths, people of all shades jostling for space in a city she now barely knew. Everything moved too fast. Though she didn’t dare tell her to her face, she thought the suburb where her daughter lived – and in which she was currently residing – particularly vile. If she hadn’t been meeting Guy, she might perhaps have never ventured out.
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