A View of Love Page #5

because she's dead!

It was Tuesday,

We'd been to the pool.

Herfather picked us up.

He dropped us at the street corner.

We stood there a moment, joking.

We had our wet swimsuits on.

I don't remember

if we talked about you.

I saw her go upstairs with her father.

I wanted to go up with them,

but a man in the hall

told me to go home.

And then...

Funny, isn't it?

And when he told us to get out.

Blowing his whistle...

No, not you.

Still in Nice?

No.

I've been traveling.

I'm not working just now.

Except...

a bit of theatre.

How long are you going for?

I don't know.

A few days.

You can visit my father's store.

I'll never go back.

If you want to go up,

go ahead.

Thanks.

I was looking foryou.

I got lost.

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