They met in Paris for the first time and spent four days together.
She was crippled by her past, incapable of trusting anyone. So she played a role she’d once invented for herself.
Even though she enjoyed her time with this particular man, she felt abnormal—out-of-sorts—scared her real self was fading and soon to be gone forever.
He was different. Profoundly different.
She discovered a new human for herself: Intellectual, penetrating, so ordinary but still so distinctive.
Something in him fascinated and magnetized her.
They lay in bed, facing each other.
“I’m really glad you came here,” he said.