She told her husband that she wished her
nothing more than her own death. He had a
peculiar way of stepping in, in a parry; knew his arm, and its just time of
moving; put a firm faith in that, and never let his opponent escape. “One day,” he resumed, “we will start off early and come down into
Kandersteg and up these zigzags and here and here, and so past this Daubensee
to a tiny inn—it won’t be busy yet, though; we may get it all to ourselves—on
the brim of the steepest zigzag you can imagine, thousands of feet of zigzag; and
you will sit and eat lunch with me and look out across the Rhone Valley and over
blue distances beyond blue distances to the Matterhorn and Monte Rosa and a
long regiment of sunny, snowy mountains. ‘All so long ago and my memory ain’t what it was. Michelle’s eyes
were red and bloodshot. \"
Michelle met her at her locker, right on schedule,
carrying a backpack so overstuffed it was its own
conversation piece.
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