My Private Locker Secret: The Wild Goose Game Reunion
I’m cracking open my Private Locker right now. The digital vault where I bury this one. Ten years post-bac, six girls, six guys, back at Le Couvent. Old private school turned communal gite. Pilgrims next door on the Saint-Jacques path. Olivier begged me not to go. ‘Prodigue de ton corps, Sophie?’ ‘You’ll know soon, chéri.’…