Chapter Fifteen
Marie had known where Denis could be found.
She tried to convince herself that their meeting was a coincidence. She didn’t know why.
She had seen his back first. He was a little stooped at the shoulders, probably because of his height. He was a reed-like man but still, in spite of the food-shortages, not actually thin. A little hint of the lanky boy he had once been was still visible in him. He stood in the horses’ paddock, surrounded by the workhorses, his face close to their bony heads. On other occasions, she had observed that as soon as Denis entered the paddock, the horses slowly came to him as in a procession and stretched their long necks to be stroked and cuddled.
He had a peculiar way of associating with these ambulance horses. He whispered to them; they sighed
