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The Spring Revel
Every morning he takes his daughters to school, or, in the summer holidays, to their tennis lessons. It is something he has promised to do. It is a promise he has kept so far.
From the large windows, listless spring light and the sounds of the industrial estate. Bérnard is waiting for his uncle to lock up. He is already wearing his jacket and sits there staring at the objects on the