In the House Page #8

Only the sky, in different colors.

The park is very different

day and night.

I remember the Saturday afternoon,

when my mom took me to play.

Today, dealers do their business in broad

daylight, and retirees do Thai Chi.

See this bank?

I often looked at it last summer.

- Do you also like this park?

- Yes, I like to feel surrounded by houses.

Sitting on a bench,

looking around, many things happen.

It was love at first sight with this house.

Its near the centre

and in front theres all this nature.

The sky, the park.

Look at Esther,

and her skin seems smooth.

Just one block to eat.

- OK?

- It's my back.

I had surgery but there is

nothing they can do. It hurts.

I used to play in the park with Rafa.

But now I cant.

Its the same with dancing.

This afternoon, I imagined

dancing in the park...

... barefooted, in the yellow leaves

Autumn.

"In autumn yellow leaves"!

Im drugged with the peach juice?

And the apple is a symbol

of nothing more than an apple?

"Barefoot", "yellow leaves"...

Its a catalog of contemporary art!

- What do you mean?

- Dont know what that is? Let me show you.

Fen Tang:
"Presence".

"What we see in his works?

Silence, born in a no man's land,

between East and West...

These presences silently fight...

the noise of the world...

"The deafening clamour... time.

His work is a sensory path..."

That may serve the words:

The worst of the literatures...

...A catalogue of contemporary art

an invention for selling!

Look at this, look at this!

No way!

Art for the sick!

I say "art" because its written...

...because you would call this sh*t!

- He says this to his wife?

- Of course.

"I imagine dancing in the park,

barefoot in yellow autumn leaves."

No, Claude, this is not the right approach.

You know it.

I didnt tell you...

the night after the restaurant, He went with

the Chinese to one place and he went crazy!

He was dead drunk,

assaulted a girl on the dance floor...

I got him away from there as soon as

I could to stop him being hit...

...And now they say that he disrespects

them and thats why they wont sign!

- So you went there?

- Never!

It works.

You have to please the customer.

There are some who want to go to the museum,

other to the stadium, and others who are pigs!

You took him to a clip joint?

Not a clip joint!

Its a bar, where there are women.

A bar where there are women?

Just so I understand better!

I was never there, Esther!

I dont go to those type of places!

Maurice, hes always does!

But I dont!

- It was for work, I couldnt refuse.

- Youre telling me you were forced?

That didnt you didnt drink or dance

with one of these girls?

I took two glasses, sh*t! Two glasses

do that he wouldnt drink alone.

Dont think so.

Dont think so.

- Honey.

- Dont touch me!

You disgust me.

Sh*t, I'm fed up Esther!

Its always the same, you never trust me!

Enough is enough!

Its time.

I know it's time,

but for once, Im afraid.

Take.

I couldnt sleep last night, Claude.

"Even barefoot, the rain was not

going to dance." What does it mean?

It means nothing.

It's what you feel.

The effect on the reader.

You helped my son a lot,

he loves you very much and my husband too.

Imagine you read this: "Even barefoot,

the rain was not going to dance."

I didnt write for them.

I wrote it for you.

The rest I think I understand.

But this rain, it doesnt make sense.

"Even barefoot, the rain

was not going to dance."

So that was, damn.

You gave him a poem?

- Yes, I wrote a poem.

- Congratulations. Nobody ever had it.

Were almost illiterate.

There isnt a drop of poetry in this house.

You will strip lines, metaphors.

It's like an atomic bomb!

- Now, I see it differently.

- I get it.

Our young iconoclast fell in love

with the middle class.

I wanted the look closely,

without prejudice. I did.

- And I'm gonna get this house Esther.

- Now you dont mind?

His speech, smell,

his desire decoration...

...Go find a job,

take a loan and buy a house?

The rest I think I understand,

but that of the rain...

"Even barefoot, the rain

was not going to dance."

Just missing him!

It seems like a bad comedy.

It's ridiculous.

- You're wrong, Claude.

- He asked me to follow my desires.

Id like to kiss her.

(To be continued..)

What do you think?

- It looks like a bag, right?

- Its a handmade bag, rubber.

Its "fair trade", also make

backpacks and purses top-noses.

Not bad.

It's nice.

- Its manufactured in China?

- Of course not! Obviously its from Africa!

It doesnt seem bad.

I think you can sell them.

You think I want to transform

my gallery into a bazaar?

This afternoon, the light shines

slide over her legs, her neck.

The most boring woman in the world slept.

I watch her sleeping peacefully.

I hear her light breathing...

again... and feel a desire

deep for her.

- What is it?

- I'll see.

Rafa. Why did I choose you?

Because I thought you were different...

... a normal guy.

So why? For a kiss?

- Good morning Sir.

- Good morning.

- Is Rafael Artol here?

- No, hes not here. Sir.

- Claude, do you know where he is?

- No sir, I dont know.

- Youre sure?

- Yes, Sir.

Then wait for 5 minutes.

- Anouck!

- What is it?

- Did you received a call from Mr. Artol, about his son?

- No, nothing.

Hello? Good morning Miss

Talk to the secretariat of the Lyceum.

We saw that your son was

absent today and...

Yes Yes Okay.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Mrs.

- And...?

- The flu.

- The class is finished, you can leave.

- But it's not time Sir

I dont care. Everybody out.

The class is cancelled.

Claude!

Stay a second.

I knew that you werent going to like

suicide Ive already changed it.

You've gone too far.

You came to the house, you cast

out the child, seduced mother...

Youre confusing your desires...

with your story.

And what? It's what you taught me!

If someone from the school, or

Rafas family read your texts now...

...It would be very dangerous.

For you and for me.

Do you want me to stop?

Yes.

Is it not a little late now?

It was you who encouraged me.

The exercise is ended. Sorry Claude.

Maybe I was wrong.

I remember that morning.

The day after the return to school...

...I was about to throw away all my books,

Leave this sh*t school...

...But we were asked for an essay.

I got a 17. And now I cannot stop.

You cannot stop writing?

Well write about you, your family...

...About anything,

but forget about Rafa.

I like these characters.

I learned to love thanks to you!

- I want to continue to write about them.

- So, I stopped reading.

Moron!

Rafa, we need to talk.

Maurice went on again about the Chinese food bill.

He humiliated me in front of everyone.

- Respect is important, right?

- Yes, Rafa.

- I burned his car.

- Whose?

- Maurices.

- But why?

I dont know.

I just had to!

I cant do this anymore.

Work kills me. I'm exhausted.

- Did anyone see you?

- I dont know.

Sorry, Esther. I know what you're gonna

say, but please give me another chance.

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