Chapter 60

Michael was glad when he heard the sound of her phone. It saved him. He didn't have to make an effort and play pretending to be happy. Besides, he was a poor actor in her presence.

He slowly followed Alice, listening carefully to every word she uttered, admiring her perfect French. She spoke great French.

After a few minutes of walking, they reached the port. Despite the wonderful weather, several dozen different size moored vessels were waiting for their owners.

Looking at them, he wondered what he was going to do with his sailing today. As they passed more yachts, quite decent in his opinion, suitable for getting on them at all, he concluded that it didn’t matter much.

At this point, the only thing that mattered was the size of the toilet, because he didn't think he needed more to be happy besides this space. A large toilet where he could sit comfortably on the floor, stretch his legs freely with his head in the toilet bowl.