The Book of Michelle
Monday, July 23rd, 2007It was not long into our first year together that I found the book.
It was a handsome hardcover volume, the sort of heavy, expensive book of photographs that the too-stylish always seem to have on their coffee tables. When I first came across it, it was sitting on the small desk next to the big window in her study. The title was simply “Michelle,†written in elegant gold script subtly embossed into the dustcover. The black and white cover image depicted a woman sitting at an outdoor café, in the process of bringing a big latte to her lips, smiling. I looked hard at that photograph for a second, and saw that the woman with the coffee was indeed my Michelle, in her famous white dress.



