Mal

By then I counted not the days. I cared not even which day of the week it was, unless it was Sunday. That day of the week was spent waiting for Monday, so I could see Dawn’s face again. As far as I knew, July would last forever.

On the second last Thursday of the month, Alain requested a favor. « Did you say you had a mobile phone, mon gars? We’re expecting a call during work hours tomorrow. Could you help us take it? » The café had no landline of its own.

« What’s it for? »

“A special delivery,” he said in English, and sent me off with a pat. “It’ll be an exciting day.”