The Appointment She Did Not Make

He waited three days for her. Then he came.

It was a Sunday morning. The doorbell rang at nine o'clock, and when Camille opened, Rémi Sauval was standing on her landing in a coat too elegant for the neighbourhood and with an expression she had never seen on him.

He had climbed three flights on foot. He was breathing a little too hard and trying not to show it.

— You don't call back.