Sublime

The chocolate cake was good, Momo said. We had milk, too. Warm milk. In the shop, I noticed that the back of Momo's neck smelled. It smelled sweet. Her growing up repulses me. It is not her growing that disgusts me, but the growing itself. She casts off unneeded things. So many things. She can't help herself. And so I pity her. Her youth, her ignor

This lady did the honors of the teacup and cookie crock each afternoon, with or without company. She would spread a large stool with a square of lace, deck it with a low bowl of artificial flowers, a teacup or teacups, the pot of tea, sugar, cream and lemon, and the odd-shaped crock of sweet crackers.

d’attraper les houppettes de Mademoiselle, de mon premier mensonge accusant Mademoiselle d’avoir fait pipi dans mon lit, ou de sa joie d’être avec moi tout simplement. Elle ne m’avait jamais dit des choses comme ça auparavant et moi j’aimais beaucoup qu’elle me raconte des histoires dont je ne me souvenais pas, même si dans ses yeux, parfois, il y