Just in time.
Here came heaven in a trench coat.
Vivienne. Vivi. V.
He did not know if Vivienne saw him, or sensed him, when he saw her come up the stairs, making her sweet little hard-shell suitcase heel beside her.
She walked past him forty feet away. He loved her in profile. She had on the grey silky trench coat she had bought in Paris when he took her there for their twentieth wedding anniversary. The trench looked well worn, a foreign correspondent’s attire, tied in classic Vivienne style, belted in front, in a studied nonchalance, très négligée. Grey collar up. Short red hair, pixie style. Slim black jeans. Her red-striped shirt was the new version of the short-sleeved red-striped shirt he saw her in the first time, in the tropical steam. She had kept the worn-out short-sleeved o
