This is Ada noticing on her tongue the translucence of the word escriure and the word novel·la , to writ e and novel , respectively. The coffee tinting them, melting them, like ice cubes. Ada who is ex-plaining that now that she’s returned from England, and while she looks for work, she wants to write. Escriure. A novel. Una novel·la. Lluís who says: “Great” and “You’ve always been a marvelous writer, sweetheart.” They are in a restaurant. Lluís asks: “What do you want to write about?” And Ada responds: “The divorce.” And this is Lluís who says:

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1. What?

2. I don’t understand.

3. Between your mother and me?

4. Why?

“The idea is to write a novel with real characters. I’ll leave your names as is too. And I’ll ask permission from everyone who appears in it. I’ll change the names of anyone who wants me to. It won’t only be about the divorce, it will be about everything.…