They think we are sisters or college friends on a day out under the Linden trees along the Seine. They think we have left our embattled first husbands at home to fend for themselves and be swamped by toddlers.
They think that when I take her hand across the table at dinner in the café, it is because she has shared some serious personal revelation, and I am commiserating.
They will continue to believe these things until we finish and depart, until we are huddled under the umbrella waiting for a cab, until I lean in and steal a kiss.
Lovely. People see what they want to see, indeed. It's amazing how unwittingly easy it is to live 'unobserved' - I know! Mine had a similar approach this week :)
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