André is losing time. It’s not just his perennially mislaid watch, but whole hours, weeks, years. Is he still living in his Paris flat, or did he move in with his daughter Anne? Is she married, divorced, leaving the country with a new boyfriend? And why does that nurse she’s forced on him – the third one, or is it the first? – remind him so strongly of his other daughter, whose unexplained absence is just one of the memories slipping through his fingers like sand?
- RT @EmmaKennedy: Let’s all stick this on our computers and stare at it every day until March 29 2019, shall we? https://t.co/yZJM7kyCPa 5 hours ago
- @mrdavidjays A good pun is its own reword 5 hours ago
- @MattHemley Obvious solution https://t.co/aCD8vOIvOK 1 day ago