In the palm of his hand were the sapphire ear-rings from the jewellery she had ordered at Cartier’s. ‘Keep them out of sight until spring comes, eh? They’re from Louis but he’s just too shy to give them to you.’
Alone, she watched the car cause the snow to swirl and billow until she could see them no more and they were gone from her.
‘Au revoir, mon cher vieux,’ she said. ‘Alles ist Schicksal. All is fate.