She was to meet him one street away and around the corner of the street in which she lived. His car was an Audi four-door, brown, and if she didn’t see it parked, she would see him strolling along, wearing a light-colored jacket. Can you invent a reason to stay out long enough for dinner, etc? A sick friend? A film you want to see? Whether you can make it or not, I’ll be there by seven-fifteen and I’ll wait—how long? A long time anyway! Till then XXG. It was hard for Luisa to invent something to tell Renate, because Luisa’s circle of friends was small, and because Renate suspected anything that was out of the ordinary. Why did she feel like taking a walk just now? Because she hadn’t stretched her legs all day, Luisa might reply, which was the truth, but Renate’s eyes would stare like knives cutting her brain open. For this occasion Luisa had said, taking a big chance, that it was too hot to eat anything, at least at 7 P.M., and she wanted to stroll along the Sihl for a while.
