The Other Side of Forever

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Josette OSB King. The Other Side of Forever

Prologue. Cassis, France. September 1989

Part One. Chapter 1. Cologne, Germany. January 1963

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Part Two. Chapter 9. Geneva, Switzerland. February 1983

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Part Three. Chapter 18. Cassis, France. September 1989

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“Take la Route des Crêtes toward La Ciotat,” the woman in the flower shop said in the singsong accent of the natives of Provence. “About ten minutes up the road you’ll see a lane branching to the left. It’s le Chemin des Dames. I am not sure there’ll be a sign, but it’s the only road to veer off for quite awhile, so you can’t miss it.”

She deftly wrapped a single yellow long-stem rose without losing eye contact with her customer, her hands repeating motions practiced a thousand times. “I think the house you seek is halfway up the lane; possibly the one with the blue door,” she added, handing him with a flourish the perfect bloom now artistically encased in rustling crystal paper.

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They were hardly seen around town, other than when they came to the market every couple of days, but rumor had it they were foreigners. The past two Friday nights, they had gone to Romano’s for dinner. It showed discriminating taste, picking the best restaurant in town from the horde of inviting tourist traps that lined the harbor. Her friend Mireille, who still worked there although the season was almost over, reported they had ordered good wine, quite a bit of it, and had lots of laughs in several languages. At the end of the evening, they had asked her to call a cab. They must have come down for their car early the next morning because it was no longer there by the time Mireille went back to work. Last Friday, they had come in a taxi.

She wondered what they were up to, these forty-something women who seemed to have such a good time with no men around. None of their neighbors knew anything, other than they didn’t cause any trouble and hadn’t had any visitors since they arrived. As soon as the sunburned Scandinavians and the families from Paris went home in September, Cassis became a village again, where nothing went unnoticed.

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