Mimi, her eyes filled with tears of happiness, could only nod.
“Oh, Mimi darling,” Carl half sobbed, and pillowed his face on her breast while she pressed him close to her, holding him with all the tenderness that had been pent up within her, holding him as though he would fly away never to return if she relaxed for an instant the tightness of her grasp. …
It seemed years later when Carl left.
“Mimi, I wonder if we have done right?” he asked as he stood at the door, his voice worried, uncertain.
Mimi only smiled as she kissed him. …
She had been asleep for a long time when Jean and his wife returned.
After she had undressed and turned out the light she lay in bed and thought of Carl. Life was funny, she mused. People came into one’s life, flickered like the figures in a movie thrown on an imperfect screen and passed out of one’s consciousness leaving no