The Silence of Anne Aulis and Other Stories

“Each time I came in, I saw her. She was always reading the New York Review or a book, coffee and a croissant at hand. She sat up straight, regally, her shoulders back. How old? I couldn’t tell. Finally, one day, she looked up and smiled as I sat down. She was a lovely woman. . . .” – from The Silence of Anne Aulis and Other Stories