Leaving Madeleine - Part 9
Kiyoko lived about five minutes away from Saint-Michel. I arrived at her building ten minutes after eleven and called her from downstairs. "Moshi, moshi," she answered. "I'm here," I said. "Okay! I'm on second floor, 2A." A loud buzzer went off and I pushed open the massive door. "I'm in," I told her. "Yay!" And she hung up. The interior of the building, like the exterior, was old but well maintained. The staircase was wide and covered with a worn blue carpet. Two thriving jade plants guarded the base of the steps. I heard a door open. "Here," Kiyoko called down. I walked up two flights and met her outside her door. She was wearing black short shorts, a white tank top, and a yellow bra. Her legs were very thin, very smooth, and very pale, as if they had never been touched by the sun or the outside world. I wondered if they had. Her hair was tied back in a taut pony tail. She was beautiful effortlessly. She nodded a...