Reuniting with Francesca, April 2017Alessandra, now officially Claudine Morel, got out of the taxi wearing her new taupe coat and pulling her small trolley. It wasn’t yet nine o’clock in the morning.
She looked around, the house where her friend Francesca now lived was in the middle of the countryside, the fog had risen above the hedge and the dark earth of the fields was covered in frost.
Her breath came out in small white clouds as she leaned into the taxi driver’s window, payed him and asked for his number in order to contact him for her return. He handed her his business card, she thanked him, then turned toward the white house with the green shutters.
Francesca had come down stairs only a few minutes ago, holding on to the banister carefully and caressing her swollen belly with her
