Vanessa
I also knew him very well, Alexander… well enough to understand the meaning behind his tone of voice, even those glances…
“I’ve been busy.”
I reply.
“I don’t follow the news much.”
“Of course.”
Silence… A horrible, uncomfortable, heavy, unbearable silence.
Alexander starts pacing again, walking around the apartment. He looks at the photographs, the furniture, the books… Everything.
And then he speaks again.
“I saw her on television.”
My chest tightens.
“Really?”
“The interview.”
I nod.
“She looked good.”
“I thought so.”
He pauses.
“Too good.”
I don’t reply.
“She almost died.”
He continues.
“And yet she seemed strong… Capable, confident.”
“Clara was always like that,” I reply quickly.
Too fast…
Alexander raises an eyebrow, and I curse myself inwardly. Because
