Then one evening she told me that she’d had a letter from Paco in Spanish Morocco, where he was doing his service, to say that he was to be released and would arrive in Cadiz in a couple of days. She packed her belongings next morning and slipped her money in her stocking and I took her to the station. She gave me a hearty kiss as I put her into the railway carriage, but she was too excited at the thought of seeing her lover again to have a thought for me and I’m sure that before the train was out of the station she’d forgotten my existence.
The Razor’s Edge
مرا در توییتر دنبال کنیدتوییتهای من
بلوط را در ایمیل بخوانید