Le Weekend - III
Sunday, and the weekend concludes with a reckoning for all of them.
His mother was sick, and it was Antoine’s fault. Waiting for his father, the harsh perfumes of antiseptic and detergent hung in the air. The noticeboards patronised him, and a restless energy gnawed at his tired body. Fidgeting to get comfortable, the chair was insufficiently padded. In his abject state of mind, she was easy to forget. Lucky. Through the whimpered guidance of her caress, Antoine clamped his mouth to her s...