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In the nursing home, there are 412 steps from the bedroom to the fence gate, and 4220 steps from the bedroom to the garden bench. This bench is my special seat and is never occupied by others. It takes six minutes to walk along the wall from the bedroom to the bus station; it takes twenty-two minutes to get to the train station. I often go to the train station to buy newspapers but don't read them when I get back to my bedroom. Sometimes I have to buy a platform ticket, go to the waiting room to read "Le Figaro", "Chinese" and "Nice Matin", and sit there for a while, as if waiting for a train that will never come. Express trains flew by, some coming from Paris, some from Strasbourg, and some from Brussels. Driving at night, the car was unusually quiet, with the windows tightly closed and the curtains drooped.

After he disappeared, I was stunned for a moment, and then walked along the lonely and silent corridor to the elevator. As soon as I entered the restaurant, I found Mrs. Lufur already sitting in her seat at the dining table. I greeted her coldly, then slowly opened my napkin and stared at her quietly from the corner of my eyes. I saw her wearing a brown coat and a pleated skirt, and she was very beautifully dressed. Her ex-husband had just been buried, and I felt very uncomfortable when she dressed up so frivolously. I privately regarded her as a new widow, and Wilber had nothing new to say with her. Speaking of the land in the cemetery, Wilber said: "It would be safer to buy a piece of land in the new cemetery as soon as possible. I heard that the price of land will increase sharply soon. I have already selected a piece of land and asked a stonemason to carve a beautiful and cheap stone tablet for me.