Mentally, he returned to seeing the man from the D.I., the one with the slightly lame leg. Was it the left or the right? In his drowsy state, that question took on an importance that was difficult to explain.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Lucien moved quietly back and forth, clearing the table. Lucien barely noticed her movements, but occasionally, he felt a draft that betrayed his wife"s presence.
Then, nothing. He didn"t even know if he was breathing through his mouth and snoring slightly. Suddenly, he woke up. He looked at the clock: it was five past three. He searched for his wife with his gaze, but she was busy washing dishes in the kitchen, emitting a faint sound that reached the living room.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Fantastic. I could sleep all day."
"Do you want to take your temperature?"
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