Chapter 13
Monday, June 1, 2015
Phillipe, along with many others, was standing by the Seine, watching the workers remove one section of the railing at a time. The padlocks clinging to the metal were far from pretty. When Delron and he had put their lock there all those years ago, there hadn’t been many. Seeing it now, he was glad their lock was gone. It felt like a tacky, childish declaration of love to put a lock on a bridge. He didn’t want to think about how many keys were resting at the bottom of the river, or how they were affecting the environment. What were people thinking, throwing their keys in the water?
He took his keys out of his pocket and smiled when he saw the little brass-coloured key he still had there.
“What are you smiling about?”
Phillipe turned to see Delron mak
