Just a night

Water quickly seeped through his shoes, making him shiver with cold. Barely falling to the ground, he was able to grab hold of the carriage and get back on his feet. It was as if he was learning to walk all over again. Finding his situation too funny, he grabbed his stomach and bent over. Laugh brought more pain than what Celeste had done.

"Monsieur, are you all right? Don't you want to get a little happier?" the young woman asked, hugging him.

"Who are you?"

"And who do you want me to be?"

"Mathilda! Come here!"

"I'm working!"

"Mathilda!"

"So, do you want to come with me? Just tell me quickly, or I'll have to leave you."

"I just want to buy some milk," Adelard said and headed silently toward one house. It turned out that buying milk was harder than he thought. For along the way, he encountered so many obstacles that he doubted he would ever reach that house.

"Monsieur, would you like to come with me to the cafe?" the young man asked, grabbing his hand.