Illusions that time will not erase
After that evening, whenever Philip was at home, I felt like a wild animal close to a hunter.
He did not hint at the fact of being summoned to the police office, but he was growing grimmer, and when he rarely turned his eyes upon me, he was sickened.
Officer Marziali told me that he had justified himself by saying that I was a mythomaniac, and I used to invent facts and betray him, and I had a lover, and he had called some colleagues of his as witnesses, and they had described him as an unselfish and respectable person, and they had said that he could never commit the crime of which he was suspected.
It was my word against everybody's.
The policewoman told me that she had brought an action against Philip to oblige him to leave his house, not so reaso
