One morning in January she woke up with a violent bout of nausea. Antoine had already left without waking her, as he often did these days, as if she were recovering from some illness. She went into the bathroom and, not to her great surprise, threw up. The stockings that she had had to wash the night before were drying on the radiator, and it was while she was idly gazing at the, and thinking to herself that there wasn't a single other pair in her chest of drawers and that their bedroom was just as cramped as this tiny bathroom was-- in short, that she simply couldn't afford it-- that she decided not to keep Antoine's baby.
Francoise Sagan, La Chamade
