Chapter Fifty-Nine
Denis lifted his head with a jolt creeping down his spine. He’d dozed off again and Marie had materialized again in his dream. He couldn’t remember how, but felt the effect. He wanted to be back in that dream. It was a painful longing. He looked at his watch. The train was already half an hour late setting off. A munitions transport had to be prioritized. Ferrand gazed out of the window with a forlorn air. Close to the train, massive thunderous clouds hung immobile, with rainclouds trailing underneath like jellyfish. But further on the horizon, the canopy of a forest was gathering light. Denis cleared his throat; Ferrand turned his head, and raised his eyebrows.
“A daytime nap can carry you away to a truth that you hide for yourself when you’re awake,” Denis said, fond
