Lamia watched Hanni's straight young figure disappear into the dusk, and her eyes filled with sudden tears. He was eighteen. She was sixteen and very beautiful. tey should have spent that afternoon laughing and in love? Yet the war had stolen their youth as quickly as it had stolen their families and their homes. They had spent the only afternoon they had had together in months - in fact the last afternoon they might ever have together - talking about guilt and death and, oddly enough, forgiveness.

- Lvire d'occasion en anglais 175 pages