ABSTRACT
Twenty minutes to eight. Eight o’clock is the agreed time of his sessions, three times a week. He was ringing my doorbell insistently; I was still getting ready. One day, when I went to fetch him in the waiting-room, I realized that, while he was waiting for me, he had gone to the toilet—in a very violent way. I was assaulted by the stench and, in the grip of a silent kind of nausea, I felt afraid.
