Toronto is not France

Fabrice looked away, drew claims of protest and shame. He could not tell her that it was her smile he was avoiding, the hot confidence of her mouth, a meaning he took from the particular fit of her teeth and the centre points of her top lip. In her smile he saw that Lake Ontario was not Lake Geneva. The tall, thin buildings of six or seven flats were not the same as the old apartment buildings in Evian, no matter how much he and Emily might each want them to be.

…coming soon

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