There’s a message on her answering machine. He wants to get together with her. Anywhere will do. She’ll go. They’ll see each other. Alone at last. They’ll talk. She’ll have to find a topic of conversation. She can tell him about Noémie. She’ll ask him what he would do if Ange disappeared. No, let’s see. She’ll ask him what he would do if she disappeared. Too dramatic. She won’t ask him anything. She’ll just say, it’s strange not knowing if someone is alive or dead. Too heavy as a starter. She’ll talk to him about the weather. Too banal. She’ll talk to him about the place where they are. They’ll comment on the look of the people they see going by. She could teach him the staring game. No. He’ll find it childish. Or else he’ll kiss her and there won’t be any need for them to talk. No. He won’t dare, not in public, not at the risk of running into by someone who might know him or might know Ange.