Chapter 3
I think I already told you I pity Frank, Charlie’s husband. Well, I haven’t changed my opinion.
Living with Charlie must be like living with an eternal source of subjects, words, gestures. Like having an Energizer Bunny at home. It seems like her batteries never run down.
As soon as Sean and I arrive at her house, she jumps on us like we’re relatives who live far away who she hasn’t seen for twenty years, but that’s typical of her, so I’m not that surprised. Sean’s a little more wide-eyed than usual but his smile never wavers for an instant. I envy him for his ability to always be at ease in any situation. For him, life is a custom-tailored suit. In mine, I always feel uncomfortable.
After offering us two aperitifs and fattening us up with snacks, and after kidnapped Sean to
