25Back at the hotel, Jacques went up to Lucy's room to check on her, even though he was tired and couldn't wait to go to bed and sleep. Keeping up with Susan who had dragged him to MoMA after the symposium, and then to dinner, had not been easy.
Arriving at her room, he knocked a couple of times.
"Hi, Jacques!" the girl greeted him as she opened the door. "You’ve kept your word."
"I have this bad habit," he commented.
The girl moved aside to let him in. She had her hair tied up in a ponytail, her face cleaned of any trace of makeup, and was wearing light pyjamas, jacket and pants.
That morning she had looked like a sexy bombshell, with a short skirt and high boots above the knee; now she looked more like a little girl who had grown up too fast.
He wondered how old she was and took a
