"Qu'entends-je?" Annie asks. I unlatch my Swatch from my wrist, and toss it from the bed onto the wood floor—it slides into the foyer, out of earshot.
"I had
un client once, who"—she flutters her hand over her left breast.
"A pacemaker!"
"Oui!"
Now, I wonder if we had a translation problem: "ticker."
The knock sounds: Could you be the one who opens the door, not knowing who will walk through, or what needs they will have?
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>> posted by John Psmyth
• 8/08/2004 01:08:00 PM
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