Tag: France

It was a strange time; looking back, we were very vulnerable.
It had ground her down, over the years. She could feel it.
She thought about getting old, sometimes. She thought it was inevitable.
Maybe it’s important, maybe it’s not, but at least we know now.
The only way we can survive is if everyone trusts us.
Do you want to explain any of this to me?
She walked up to the front door and knocked.
The trick, with surveillance, was to move quickly and to keep moving.
It was only when you thought about them that you noticed just how many there were.
There was, she thought, really only one place she could go.
Something’s happening here, and we don’t know what it is.
People, on the whole, preferred to think of life as a straightforward, uncomplicated matter.
When are we going to talk about what you think you’re doing here?
I’m not used to just sitting on my hands like this.
She couldn’t see any reason why she should go anywhere else.
Later, she thought about how matter-of-fact it had all been.
It was a beautiful experiment, but it’s over.
Eventually it will just be us and the French.
What did you forget to do?
A proof of concept. It’s actually quite famous, in certain architectural circles.
The street was busy with students during the day and quiet at night.
I have to be somewhere else tomorrow.
What’s your reading of the situation? How serious would you say it is?
She didn’t believe that for a moment.
How much do you know about what was going on here?
We’ve got to do a bit of due diligence now.
If there’s anything I can do, let me know.
Are you going to do anything about it?
I’m not allowed to talk about it to anyone.
There was too much to think about.
Want me to bring you a sandwich or something?
You didn’t give me a lot of time to think about it.
Who the hell are you guys?
Is this some kind of performance art?
I know enough to know this is out of our league, whatever it is.
Would you like to spend some time alone?
Yes, that is a bit of a problem.
“What a time to be alive,” he said.
It was lively, for a while.
She was doing okay on her own.
I doubt that will fool anyone.
Things always go better if you’re rich.
Appearances can be deceptive, can’t they?
Things have been getting more lively lately.
Perhaps they’d stop coming to the door if they thought no one was here.
She could face things with a clear head tomorrow.
Best to take the rest of the day off to recover.
That, she thought later, was the last time anything was normal, anywhere in the world.
Looks like it was hard time, though.
Do we have some kind of a problem?