Paris, November 2018The taxi was already waiting outside. Alessandra wanted to go to Charles De Gaulle Airport with him at all costs. The taxi driver saw them come out of one of the buildings in Boulevard Garibaldi, their coats open and flapping in the cool night air. Andrea was holding Alessandra’s hand; they reached the taxi and he opened the door for her, helped her inside and, before the driver could even get out of the car, he’d already put his bag in the trunk and gotten in next to Alessandra.
- To the airport, please, - he said: - and make it as quick as possible. -
Then he turned to Alessandra and handed her a folded piece of notebook paper.
- It’s a gift. -
She took it, slipped it into her pocket and took his arm.
Once they got to the airport, she followed him to departures,
