Chapter 21 Section 20

In the early morning of the third day, she found another letter in the mailbox with the same handwriting as the previous one.The letter no longer has the concise point of view it once had, it looks like a lengthy testimony. "Last Saturday," wrote her correspondent, "at nine twenty-five in the morning you left the house earlier than usual. I usually followed you on your way to the bus stop. But that day, you did not Go to the bus stop, but in the opposite direction. You walk into a dry cleaner with a small suitcase. The woman in the store seems to know you and maybe likes you a little bit. I watched her from the outside: she was full of Your face was glowing red, as if you just woke up from a doze, you must have made a joke, I heard her laughter, a laughter that was enough to irritate you. I thought, I must be able to see from your face Find some kind of reaction on the Internet. Before long, you leave with your full suitcase full of your sanitary fir, tablecloth, or bed linen. In any case, it seems to me that your suitcase gives you life." He also described what she was wearing that day and the necklace around her neck: "I've never seen those beads before, they are beautiful. That kind of red suits you. They make you look more beautiful." ."

This time, the letter was signed: cdb.This aroused her great interest.The first letter was unsigned, and she could take that anonymity as genuine, that someone she didn't know greeted her, and then disappeared from her life.But this signature, even if it is only an initial, implies that he wants others to know his purpose, step by step, slowly, but inevitably. c. d. b, she repeated to herself, smiling: Cary Deed Pogba, Charles David Pablos. She considered the original text: this man must have been following her on the street.I follow you like a spy.He wrote in the first letter.So I should have met him.But she is rarely interested in observing the world around her, and that day was no exception.Because Jean-Marc was with her that day.And it was he, not himself, who made the dry-cleaner woman laugh, who was also carrying the suitcase, and she read the line again: "Your suitcase adds some life to you." If it wasn't for Chantal Speaking of which, how could it be said that the suitcase added vitality to her life?It was not Jean-Marc himself who gave life to her life?Was it her correspondent's attempt to surreptitiously attack the one she loved?She was suddenly amazed to discover an amusing reaction of her own: in the interests of Jean-Marc, she did not even go against this admirer.

Just like the first time, she still didn't know what to do with the letter.The hesitant ballet was staged scene after scene.She brooded over the toilet again, then tore the envelope to shreds and flushed it away.Then folded the letter, took it to her room, and hid it under her bra.As she stooped, she heard the door open.She hastily closed the wardrobe door and turned around: Jean-Marc was standing at the door of her room. He walked towards her slowly, staring at her with eyes he had never seen before.His eyes lingered on her unhappily.When they were very close, he hugged her with a bend of his elbow.He continued to look at her with that look, and she was so frightened by his expression that she couldn't say a word.When her embarrassment became more and more unbearable, he suddenly hugged her tightly and said with a big laugh, "I just want to see your eyelids scrubbing your cornea like wipers scrub a windshield." look."