His daughter had wanted to drink something. Head to the refreshment stands. And it was precisely there, in the line that stretched, that she had felt a hand gently rest on her shoulder.
* "Hello. »*
It was him.
They had moved away from the hustle and bustle to find a quieter spot. He had smiled at her, with a slight nervousness, before confiding in her something she would never have imagined hearing. He had never married. And for a reason that he had not told anyone.
One evening in December, three days before Christmas, he had rang the bell at her parents' house.
