Lie

< Toujours, je me souviens. > At Génoise et Thé, the door's chime marked her stop. < Au revoir, Gale Jones. >

A goodbye, and my name—but how could she know? < Comment savez-vous mon nom? >

A beat late, she looked back. < Désolé. Elle m'a dit de ne dire rien. >

< So you did see her. > I forgave the doctor's lie too early, too easy. < Je vous revois à bientôt. >

Hours later in my un et demi, I turned off the Compaq computer and lay in bed. At sunset, I closed my eyes. For once, my heart had peace. I had written, and had written well. Though rest came not with sleep, the dark was gentle. All was well. Good night.