Spiderman came indeed in Alexandre’s sleep. He told me himself on the phone. His mother described him wearing on his head his underwear for a mask, and his socks as gloves, chasing around Marius, who copied him.
He wanted to speak with his godmother, who understands the Spider-mania.
And other “manias” of course.
His call found me at the local restaurant where I was having lunch with family and friends.
Outside, it was raining heavily.
Just after, I found a quiet spot and started taking notes for my next book.
That was good. I felt advancing.