He always held the cardboard cup in his hand.
I saw a white powder stuck to the wet edge, and the timer kept counting down the seconds on the sink.
“Don’t touch it,” I said.
My voice sounded so different from mine that even Sophie looked up at me as if another woman had just come in.
He put his glass down.
He opened his hands, adopting this gesture of his own, that of the reasonable man.
The gesture he used with his neighbors, his teachers, the waiters, the doctors, in short, with all those who wanted to seem sensible.
“You mix everything.
It is a medicine.
The pediatrician said that one can try long baths to help him relax and relieve his constipation. »
