Ingrid Caven

“... And two years later ... He was sitting at the breakfast table after our first night together in a bed, waiting for me, even wearing a heavy white shirt, properly ironed, which he never did in the daytime. I came downstairs, I walked into the room, I wasn't even sitting yet. 'Now we have to get married.' He said it, and he didn't even raise his eyes.“*

*Jean-Jacques Schuhl, “Ingrid Caven”, City Lights Books