V.O. She heard the door of the bathroom open, looked up, he was naked again, abandoned, death sex sex statue, he approached her, she noticed that he did not cut his nails feet, claws to his protege body, her hair mixture of sweat salt and acidity, she remembered she had it engraved in his memory and the imprint of his fingers, his man smell living , the smell of her skin in work hours, sweat man since morning, in this moment, in this place, a little taste to it, a bit of her perfume and her fear, without already know their smell one against the other to cover the tracks of habit and time. Из серии: Le Livre de Poche