Chapter 27
Chapter 271966It was a hot spring night, the village quiet enough that the cuckoo asserting its territory could be plainly heard. Josephine had dressed carefully in white, shiny, imitation Courrèges boots and a dress so short she was barely covered. Her hair was piled up on her head with curling tendrils falling around her face, which was made up so that she imagined she looked practically like Jean Shrimpton, whom she admired more than any other model. She had to look perfect. She had to entice him, to lure him, to tempt him. Josephine had paid attention to his schedule, and he was a man of regular habits so it was not difficult to guess when he might be walking by the park on his way home from work. She waited behind a thick shrubbery breathing in the thick, complicated smells of the s
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