Sublime

Papa was to have gone that noon, during his lunch hour, to the office of the Home Owners’ Loan. If he had not succeeded in getting another extension, they would be leaving this house in which they had lived for more than fourteen years. There was little hope. The Home Owners’ Loan was hard. They sat, making their plans. “We’ll be moving into a nice

The Paper Millionaire, by some Arab-turned-Englishman named Roger Shashoua. He sat

Quatorze heures à sa montre ; son vol de retour n’était prévu qu’à dix-neuf heures. Cela lui parut suffisant pour faire ce qu’il avait à faire, mais trop court pour vivre ce qu’il aurait souhaité vivre. Émile marcha jusqu’à la terrasse du bar, le trouva à peine changé, puis s’assit à « sa » table, dans un coin un peu à l’écart, en se laissant berce

She knew, from the way they looked at her, that this had been a mistake. They did not want to cry. But she felt that the little line of white, somewhat ridged with smoked purple, and all that cream-shot saffron, would never drift across any western sky except that in back of this house. The rain would drum with as sweet a dullness nowhere but here.

a lady of uncertain age in a lilac blouse,

She looked at the trees, she looked at the grass, she looked at the faces of the passers-by. It had been interesting, it had been rather good, and it was still rather good. But really, she was ready. Since the time had come, she was ready. Paulette would miss her for a long time, Paul for less, but really, their sorrow was their business, not hers.