Visitors

Under the tablecloth, Frances's hand reached for mine and clasped it. I knew what it meant, that clasp and the mischievous grateful glance that accompanied it: it meant I was thanked, that there were secrets here. I could accept that. I too had secrets - who doesn't?

Sub fata de masa, mana lui Frances s-a intins spre a mea si a strans-o. Stiam ce inseamna, acea strangere si privirea rautacioasa recunoscatoare care o insotea: insemna ca am fost multumit, ca aici sunt secrete.