We meet them again, his friends, this time for breakfast behind the Panthéon. Henry orders a bottle of Krug Grande Cuvée, he loves to corrupt me. The girl examines me carefully when she thinks I'm not looking, her pretty cobalt eyes running down my spine like fingertips.
They live near Saint-Sulpice, after the men leave for
the morning's first lecture I follow her through the Luxembourg garden.
"You remind me", she says, "of someone I used to know. But she had a
different name". For a fleeting second I want to break down beneath the
magnolias and tell her everything, but I don't.
Later, looking at myself in the mirror at home, I try to figure it out. Who am I? It's been so long since I last remembered.