ABSTRACT
When he clears his offi ce he puts the videotapes in a black bag. The letters on the bag read CDG, a clothing company. He’d bought her a dress at the CDG branch in Antwerp when he’d stopped to see his mother and sisters en route back from a conference in Arles. Two years later he still has the bag. She’s cut the dress, destroyed everything he’s given her, which of course means that everything must be replaced. Which it can’t be. Nothing can be replaced. Certainly not the moment when he sees the dress and knows it is hers. Green silk for her black skin. La Negresse Verte.
