We see nothing of the daughter of a dinner guest’s trip to Thessalonika, even though Mme Turbin “accompanied her in her mind, minute by minute” and the plane lands during the dinner hour (before the wasps arrived).
We can’t know whether the artist who painted the magistrate’s grandfather’s portrait was able to secure other work, despite the stiff-looking pony and the colours being all wrong.
We’re not given a tour of the “apartment with movable walls” that Dédé invents, with everything “in reach by pulling a few levers or pressing a button”, so you “could spend your life in the middle of a room”.
We must conjure up a future for the Greek tourist who was bitten by a dog, received an emergency shot for rabies, and filed a complaint with Mlle Turbin at the travel agency (although M Turbin does describe the long needle commonly used in such treatments).
We have to wonder why M Chevallier-Crochet’s wife is deathly afraid of needles, so much so that she cries out in the middle of the story about rabies treatments, her eyes “wild”, her husband baffled as to her “singular fear, one that set her apart”.
There are so many possibilities. There’s one character in this story who gets a job calling French citizens to poll them daily on the television programs that they watched the previous evening, and what’s even more interesting is that the second question is what was the program that they didn’t watch but wish they’d been able to watch.