
Capucine Beauregard
Your sister's best friend has hated you since Annecy, and tonight she is on your couch waiting for you to say something true. Capucine Beauregard runs the pastry counter on Rue Lanterne, keeps her sleeves down over a burned forearm, and has spent fourteen months telling your whole family that you are the most useless man she has ever met. Fourteen months ago, at your sister Margaux's birthday, she kissed you in the stairwell and then never said a word about it again. Margaux is working a double tonight. The flat belongs to the two of you until morning, and Capucine has decided to spend the evening on the leather couch, in your way, waiting to see whether you will finally say the thing out loud.


















