Hearing a noise outside, I lifted the window curtain and looked out. It was eleven o’clock at night. Aunt stood under the eaves, close to a tall man leaning against his crutch. From inside of the house I could overhear her say in a low voice: “Come here tomorrow? Oh no, the day after tomorrow’s better. Or else I’ll see you at the cross roads.” They stood side by side in silence in the wonderful moonlight. My aunt was wearing a rose blouse. Her shining and luxurious hair fell to her shoulders.