The Stone Boy
“The sleeping tablet she had taken with a glass of green apple liqueur in the evening triggered a breakdown. She meticulously noted the worrying noises in the house—crackling, whispers, and other hissing sounds—broke the lead in her pencil three times, and twice went to drink milk in the kitchen where Bastien was waiting for her, silently, sitting on a stool. She collapsed on her bed at five a.m., exhausted from coughing. At eight thirty, the jangling of pneumatic drills resumed on the building ...site. Madame Préau went downstairs to heat up a cup of coffee. Bastien was not in the kitchen anymore. The phone rang at nine.
“Ms. Polin here. Could you come in to see me this morning? What I want to talk to you about cannot be said over the telephone.”
The urgency of the meeting and Ms. Polin’s nervousness were worrying. What had she discovered? An hour later, the old lady was in the social worker’s office, her heart thumping.
Madame Préau had skipped her morning wash, hastily pulling on a long skirt and turtleneck.MoreLess
“Ms. Polin here. Could you come in to see me this morning? What I want to talk to you about cannot be said over the telephone.”
The urgency of the meeting and Ms. Polin’s nervousness were worrying. What had she discovered? An hour later, the old lady was in the social worker’s office, her heart thumping.
Madame Préau had skipped her morning wash, hastily pulling on a long skirt and turtleneck.MoreLess
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