Five Day Lover Page #7

-You wouldn't come home for lunch.

-If I need to.

You would come to bed

very late at night,

exhausted and worn out.

If I need to.

And what would I do all day long?

You'd raise the children.

Antoine,

I don't need another Georges.

Georges is great, you know.

If he's so great,

why are you inventing

hunts, castles, rose gardens?

Because he deserves them.

So you love him?

Of course!

-No, you don't.

-l do.

Oh, whatever.

-You're all prickly.

-No, you are!

You're a rude man!

You made me late.

That's not good.

I can't do that anymore.

Look at me.

How am I going to get home?

I am in spectacular shape.

Bye.

Get some rest.

See you tomorrow.

And be on time.

Of course.

I can't stand it anymore

when you leave.

Usually, at this hour,

you just got here.

Where are you going?

Claire, do you hear me?

I want to know.

I have a right to know.

Bye.

Hello, Madeleine?

It's me, Antoine.

I'm fine. Yes.

What, that passing fling?

It was a joke.

Yes, I am talking about Claire.

You know, just to have a good time.

See something else.

You know how it is.

Yes, she's funny for a minute.

You know the type.

And then I had all the trouble

in the world getting rid of her.

But finally, she's gone.

I can breathe.

And besides that?

You work? That's good.

It's good to keep busy.

I work all the time.

Yes, I am fine.

Whenever you want.

I'm sorry, I have another call.

You're home very early today.

Do you think it's fun

for a woman to go out by herself?

If only I had time, my darling...

When I walk in the street by myself,

I immediately get harassed by men.

Oh, come on.

I don't listen, I keep walking.

They continue.

Sometimes they put a hand

on my shoulder.

I turn around.

The man is there.

His eyes are wide open.

I close my eyes.

I wait.

I receive.

It's done.

When I open my eyes,

he's gone.

Maybe that's what happiness is.

What if he stays?

When he puts his hand

back on my shoulder,

that's how I know who he is.

Lord or bohemian.

And his voice comes from far away.

At that moment,

all men are true and beautiful.

Sweet and terrible.

And you want me to go out?

If it's like that...

But I don't want

to put you in a cage.

You were born to roam outside, free.

And you are so beautiful

when you come back.

Bless you, Miss.

Thank you.

That's the least I can do.

The End

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