a Novel — Part 35 (Final): Denouement
I have come to terms with my Harriet-less world. And with Frau Graessli’s passing last year, I am the last to know.
I went to see the good landlady that summer of 1990, and she, bless her heart, insisted I stay in room 411. Ms. Brown would have wanted that, she said and smiled a sad, Swiss smile.