The waiter at Sant Ambroeus greeted me with enthusiasm.
"The other day," he said, "there were two blond ladies sitting in the front. They insisted that they used to come here with you. They said: 'We came here often with Mr. Grunberg.' But they didn't say their names."
"Oh, yes," I answered.
But I had no idea who these ladies were. Perhaps my secret life is also a secret for me.