Chapter 34 Olivia
It’s Tuesday, and I’m still in Brussels. I can hardly believe it myself, yet here I am, in Marie’s swanky digs, sipping coffee while peering out of the window. She left at an ungodly hour this morning with the vague promise that she’d call me if she had time. It reminded me of when Sandrine still lived with me and she went to work in the morning, leaving me in peace for the day. And I do need some peace today. To absorb the fact that I’m still here. That all it took for Marie to get me to stay longer in this city, far from my comfort zone and my lonely cats, was ask. Once. As soon as I had confirmation that taking care of Huppert and Deneuve was not an issue, I said yes. Of course I did. That I have to stay in this manic foreign city hardly matters because I get to spend
