Chapter 8Friday, July 16, 2010
Phillipe looked at himself in the fitting-room mirror. The trousers didn’t fit his waist. He checked the size—same as always. Same size he’d had for the last ten years, and now they were too big.
The dark circles under his eyes made him look ill. Is that a grey hair? He squinted at his reflection in the mirror. It is, isn’t it? There, right by his temple a grey hair shone bright in his otherwise dark-brown hair.
He shoved the trousers down without even unbuttoning them, threw them on the bench, and jumped into his old pair. They were also too big.
His vision blurred. He needed to get out, needed a drink.
His reflection gave him a condescending look before he rushed out of the tiny space and all but ran from the shop.
Across the street was a restaurant.
