Used book – Madeleine, Amanda Sthers

He addressed her formally. He didn’t talk about anything. Not about houses, nor about that bed, nor about that time. Is this a date? A second visit? He gave his plane's arrival time. The same, same day.

Two months later already. The memory is still there, burning on Madeleine's thighs. Should she go to the hairdresser? Black slims, but so does fear, and distance. Navy? Brown? Not much time? What does she say? She says yes, I'll wait for you.

The silence is long. "Will you recognize me?" she tries. He doesn't even answer. She doesn't know how to catch a man; they slip through her fingers like quicksilver, and this one is much more than a man. He is the one she loves, the one she has been waiting for.