july 1
Moving day, as seen from my balcony before I left to help Félix.
By nine Mentana was a parking lot of rented trucks. Mattresses against the trees, a couch on every corner with À DONNER taped to it, a kid's bike left by the stairs for the next family. The whole city carrying everything it owns down outside staircases at the same time.
Mme Desrochers left at ten in Josée's car. On her way out she knocked on her own window from the outside, twice, and waved up at me.
The new people for the middle flat didn't come. M. Medeiros says August, maybe. The bucket of plaster is still there.
So since Monday night it's the whole building, three floors, and me at the top.
Élodie sent a picture of Patate sitting in a box in a window in Verdun. She asked if I'm sleeping. I said yes.