Chapter 24 Olivia
“I know I’m difficult,” I say, before taking another sip of wine. I feel refreshed and only a touch mortified. When I woke up, Marie’s side of the bed was empty but for a note on her pillow saying she’d gone for a long walk and that I should take my time. “If I wasn’t, I’d be having lunch with Sandrine instead of you.”
“In that case, I’m glad you’re such a challenge,” Marie says.
“I just don’t want to get into the whole poetry thing.” While I had some time to myself this morning, my finger hovered over the delete button of my i********: account several times, but I haven’t pressed it yet. “Nor do I want to rehash the past with her. I just don’t want to go there.”
“She probably would have given you the third degree about your hot new girlfriend.” While Marie was surpri
