Dirty Face
Every year, she dares him to conquer her again.
At twelve-thirteen, Sophie Martin cuts a stem and slides it into the floral cushion. Her hands move steadily, and her eyes burn with concentration. She adds deft touches of green with dashes of yellow, white, and pink. Vivienne Chassé sits and watches, sipping coffee. She mourns the death of her lifelong friend, and the flower arrangement rouses a melancholic smile. Profound grief mingles with cherished memories of bright...