IF YOU WERE M. Pujol, Madeleine says, I would reach out my hand to you. Like this.
If you were M. Pujol, Adrien says, I would press my mouth against your pulse. Like this.
If you were he, she says, I would cup your chin in my fingers.
If you were he, he says, I would take those fingers into my mouth.
Then my mouth would envy my fingers, she says.
Then your mouth must usurp your fingers, he says.
And then, she says, I would do this.