By Georges Simenon
For 40 years Charles Alavoine has sleepwalked via his existence. transforming into up as a very good boy within the grip of a domineering mom, he trains as a physician, marries, opens a clinical perform in a quiet kingdom city, and settles into an life of impeccable bourgeois conformity. And but at unguarded moments this version kinfolk guy is haunted via a feeling of vacancy and futility.
Then, one evening, encumbered with Christmas provides, he meets Martine. it's time for the sleeper to conscious.
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It was already going flat and warm. He’d limped over to the refrigerator and was about to draw out another can when he heard the diminishing snarl of Edwina’s Mercedes as she downshifted to make the turn into the driveway. Then the faint swishing of tires on the hot concrete, soft against hard. A car door slammed solidly out near the side of the house. She hadn’t parked in the garage; she was going out again soon. Carver decided to forget the second beer. He gingerly shoved the refrigerator door shut with his cane, careful not to dent or scratch its gleaming white surface.
We all get old,” Carver said. That oughta help cheer up Desoto. Carver sipped his lemonade; it was bitter but he figured he deserved it and took another sip. Desoto smiled, his dark eyes somber. ” Carver rested his hand on the crook of the hard walnut cane that was leaning against his chair. He remembered the noise and muzzle flash, and the pain of the bullet that had smashed his kneecap and ended his career as an Orlando police officer three years ago. There were times, brief, endless seconds of undeniable mortality, when he wanted nothing so much as the opportunity to become old.
Kearny could read minds. “That Desoto, he’s a handsome young buck. ” “That’s him,” Carver said. An eye and anything else he can bring into play. Kearny grinned and shook his head. “I envy him. He better get it while he can. Everything he can. Life’s here and then it’s gone. More precious than gold, but nobody knows it till it’s too late. ” The voice of command again. “Hear you,” Carver said. He sat down on the bed. ” “I was a cop,” Carver said. ” “Desoto’s a cop in Orlando. ” “Yeah. ” “In a way.