I continued to stand in the space between the living room and the hallway, not really knowing what to do or what to say, or even if I was supposed to do or say anything. Marcel was currently closing the door behind his parents, who were far from happy with the fact that he had decided to ask them to leave, and had made the conditions of their return very clear. And despite the fact that I would never be willing to admit it out loud, to anyone, it pleased me to know that he was willing to stand up for me—against his mother, of all people.
And perhaps it was selfish of me to be thankful for such a thing, but if that was the case, then so be it. I wouldn’t mind being labelled as selfish in circumstances such as these. On the contrary, I would welcome it. Day in and day out, I would welcome i
