The morning newspaper, the Figaro, lay folded on the kitchen table with its front page outermost, as usual, but it was obvious from the looseness of the paper that Simone had looked at it.
Goizeko egunkaria, Le Figaro, sukaldeko mahai gainean zegoen, tolestuta, aurreneko orria agerian zuela beti bezala, baina bistakoa zen, paperaren lasatasunagatik, Simonek begiratu bat emana ziola.