The Same River Twice (Vintage Contemporaries)
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Odile Mével is a French clothing designer, her American husband, Max, an independent filmmaker. When Odile agrees to buy a selection of ceremonial May Day banners in the Soviet Union and deliver the contraband to Paris she earns a new job description: smuggler.
Soon her fellow courier disappears, her apartment is ransacked, and her friend’s houseboat is firebombed. While Max has no inkling of Odile’s dealings, he finds himself embroiled in a baffling film world mystery of his own. As their escapades deepen and their deceptions multiply, Odile and Max discover their secrets are connected—endangering not only their marriage but their lives.
losing my mind. Actually going bonkers.” “Look,” Odile said, “where are you? Come for lunch.” She turned around to see Allegra mouthing something at her and pointing repeatedly out the window. Odile nodded, trying to understand her. “You’ve got to calm down,” she told Rachel. “It’s just not that big a deal.” “But it is! I mean, I was so pissed off I wouldn’t even go see the Nachtvlinder into dry dock with him. I bet Max is really happy about that. He’s filming today, you know.” “Don’t worry
tried Allegra’s cell again. Finally she went to the living-room window and cranked it open for a breath of air. Midway down the courtyard Chantal and two of her comrades were crouched over bedsheets, writing slogans across them in red and black spray paint. She hurried downstairs. “Are you coming to the demonstration?” Chantal said, straightening up. “What demonstration?” Together they looked at the banner she’d just completed. “WE ARE ALL ILLEGAL ALIENS!” it read. “Tomorrow at three,”
spoke with as much control as he could muster. “Look. You were with Thierry Colin for, what, five days? He must’ve said something, done something, that—” “No, Turner. Don’t you think I’ve been over it in my mind?” Gently she withdrew her hand. “Besides, you know how it is when you’re traveling with someone like that, essentially a stranger. You take turns talking but listen with half an ear, just to pass the time. It’s normal.” “Yes, normal.” Turner sighed. “How are things at home? Everything
Odile, recalling what Eddie had said at last week’s dinner party, concluded that he was working in La Santé’s medical research program, the one involving prison volunteers. Why the police should be after him was a matter she was still considering when, not twenty feet ahead of her, a taxi pulled up and Thierry Colin got out, shoving money into the driver’s hand. He then made straight for the doctor, who appeared greatly relieved to see him. They embraced three times, in the Russian manner, and
they’d come from, all in different directions again. They just disappeared into the trees, and I finished walking across the arena. That was all.” She laughed. “But it was enough, too.” “Were you scared?” “A little. It all happened so fast.” For a time, neither of them spoke. The night smelled of diesel, tobacco smoke, and beauty products. A junked TV floated past. “You don’t mind, do you?” Rachel asked. “Mind?” “That he’s filming me.” “Don’t be silly, Rachel. I’m his wife.” But even as