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Mrs. Lucien, with a steaming cup of coffee in hand, touched Lucien"s shoulder. As had happened since childhood, the commissioner felt the temptation to tell her that he wasn"t feeling well, that he wanted to stay in bed. He had a headache and a damp forehead. The window panes were milky white, as if made of beveled glass. He took a sip and grunted a little before getting up to look out the window. The early pedestrians, barely silhouettes shrouded in fog, hurried towards the bus stop. Lucien gradually woke up as he drank the rest of the coffee and remained under the shower for a long time.
While shaving, he thought about the Bernabé case, a case that fascinated him. Who had painted the most accurate picture of him? For Mrs. Lucrezia, he was just another client, one of her best clients
