Chéri hadn’t thought of drawing, but somehow it was very fitting. It was also something they could do in the future if they so wished, to explain more complicated concepts to non-French speakers. Like Francis. They had a lot of drawing ahead of them.

They made a not of asking Christine for some form of paper.

Chéri followed Francis drawing. A man, a woman, love. Chéri nodded. “Une femme?” Chéri asked, wondering if there could be someone like that around.