Suite Francaise, part II
They were alone — they felt they were alone — in the great sleeping house. Not a word of their true feelings was spoken; they didn’t kiss. There was simply silence. Silence followed by feverish, passionate conversation about their own countries, their families, music, books…They felt a strange happiness, an urgent need to reveal their hearts to each other — the urgency of lovers, which is already a gift, the very first one, the gift of the soul before the body surrenders "Know me, look at me. This is who I am. This is how I have lived, this is what I have loved. And you? What about you my darling?" But up until now, not a single word of love. What was the point?
And no, I am not going to tell you what happens…