The New Girlfriend Page #3

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I remember.

We were sixteen that summer.

I know.

- Which bedroom do you want?

- Whichever.

The parents' bedroom

has great closet space and a mirror.

I'll take Laura's room.

- Her childhood room?

- Yeah, I want to.

It's a small bed.

I don't mind.

Are you ok?

Yes.

But seeing all these photos...

and the painting is getting to me.

They were happy times?

Yes.

That's what matters.

No regrets. Just happy memories.

Shall we take a walk?

Want me to push you?

Can't find it.

Sure it was here?

Yeah.

Look!

It hasn't faded.

It's beautiful.

I remember what they told us as kids.

"Boys are born in cabbages,

girls are born in flowers."

Guess I was born

in a cauliflower.

- What's wrong?

- I didn't recognize you.

I changed to haul wood.

Easier as a man.

Of course.

Rather have dinner

with David or Virginia?

As you like, I don't mind.

For Gilles, Virginia's better.

I've got a problem.

What?

You know what.

There isn't much.

Please, you promised!

Ok.

Not too hot?

The pores have to dilate.

How long?

I don't know.

10 seconds.

1, 2, 3...

Go on.

Rip it off!

You ok?

Gotta suffer to be beautiful.

Let me see.

We should've shopped.

No, it's delicious.

I feel good here.

I dream of life in the country.

A peaceful, less stressful life.

I should move away.

Where nobody knows me.

Start a new life.

As a woman.

What's life as a woman?

A life...

doing everything

I'm not allowed to do as a man.

Are you serious?

Yes.

With Lucie it's impossible.

I know it's complicated.

But when there's love,

anything's possible.

You're dreaming.

It's just a game.

You have to wake up to reality.

You like this game too.

We weren't close before.

Virginia brought us closer.

No.

Laura's death brought us closer.

To our dear Laura.

To Laura.

Good evening ladies,

good evening gentlemen!

Here at the Amazone tonight,

I'm proud to introduce

the fabulous,

devilish,

mischievous

Eva Carlton!

The men I used to see were bizarre

As light as the ashes from their cigars

They threw parties

at the Chateau de Versailles

But they possessed nothing inside

In that golden desert

I was wasting my time

I was alone

when your eyes met mine

Others were buried

You were alive

You sang just like a child

You were as happy as an Italian

who knows there will be love and Wine

And for the first time

ever in my fife, f felt like a...

woman...

A women

with you

You reminded me of a time now past

When white horses ran free and fest

Your face was grave, your smile bright

I walked straight into your light

No matter what we do we're making love

When Pm with you

time flies like a dove

For you are a man and you are kind

And you know how to make our lives shine

You're as happy as an Italian

who knows there will be love and Wine

Every time is like the first time

when finally, I became a...

woman...

A women

with you

You ok?

Yeah.

Tired?

No.

There's something I haven't told you.

What?

When Laura died,

the funeral parlor asked me

which clothes I wanted her buried in.

I proposed her wedding dress,

and asked if I could dress her.

Usually they have to do H.

But I insisted,

and they let me.

They left me alone with Laura,

in the middle of a big room.

I was cold, and scared.

Then I pictured her smile

on the day we met...

Her eyes tearing up on our wedding day...

Our honeymoon night.

It gave me strength.

First, I put on her stockings.

They slid,

delicately,

over her thighs.

Next,

I put on her bodice.

I buttoned her dress,

put on her jewelry

and her shoes.

Then I gently pinned

a wreath of flowers

in her blond heir.

I think that's when

my desire to dress as a women

came beck.

Very naturally.

Good morning.

Hi.

Did you sleep well?

Not very.

Told you the bed was too small.

No, it's Gilles.

What's up?

Yesterday I forgot to call him.

He called my mother.

She said I wasn't there.

Shoot.

Did you call him?

No, he left tons of messages.

I better call now.

Will you tell him?

Tell him what?

That you're in Crancy, with me.

Why would I have lied about that?

You've done nothing wrong.

That's the main thing.

I'll just be a minute.

This is getting dangerous.

What?

Gotta stop.

Stop?

- Seeing each other?

- No.

You dressing as a woman.

I thought you understood.

You're sick, David.

You need help.

Are you sleeping with David?

No, don't be silly.

Then why lie about your weekend?

He asked me to.

What?

You were right.

Right about what?

David has realized...

he likes men.

So?

What's that got to do with you?

He needed to talk about it,

he feels guilty.

Why go to Crancy for that?

He feels good there.

Close to Laura.

It's hard, you know.

Hard to accept,

especially since she died.

It does me good to see David too.

I know.

Why'd you say that?

I had to say something.

H just came out, sorry.

Great! I'll look ridiculous.

Gay is less ridiculous than tranny!

I'm fed up with all these lies.

You should come over for dinner.

Why?

To show Gilles

there's nothing between us.

There is something between us.

Not what he thinks.

Are you free Friday?

Is your friend Virginia coming?

- Didn't I tell you?

- What?

- She can't come after all.

- Really?

- Just us three?

- Yep.

Hello!

Come in. Let me help you.

Claire, David's here.

With his daughter.

- How are you?

- Good.

Hi, Lucie.

Hi, pumpkin!

How are you?

You're up late.

- Had her bottle?

- Not yet.

I'll give it to her so she'll sleep.

She's so cute. l-low old is she now?

Six months already.

Let's sit down.

Will you get some wine?

- Shall I heat it?

- No, it's still warm.

I should've come as Virginia.

- Why?

- To be more honest.

She was hungry.

She's voracious.

Are you tempted?

It just dawned on you?

Yes. Well...

I think I've always been

attracted to men.

Subconsciously.

Even before Laura?

While we were together

I never felt the need.

When she died it started again.

Very naturally.

No problem now, they're everywhere.

Take my work.

A quarter of the guys are gay.

Lesbians are rare.

Don't see many.

- What about Lucie?

- Yeah.

A dead mom and a gay dad...

tough for her.

I don't think so.

I'm going back to work.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I need to get back to normal.

My mother-in-law

found a nanny for Lucie.

And I'm seeing someone.

- You met someone?

- Yeah.

I'm seeing a shrink.

A shrink?

A woman. Very sweet.

It helps me to talk to her,

about Laura,

my future with Lucie...

She understands me.

Doesn't judge.

Good for you.

Certainly can't hurt

It's late.

I think I've had one too many!

Mind driving me home?

I have to tidy up.

I'd rather Gilles take you.

Do you mind?

No, of course not.

I'll get Lucie.

Well?

Well what?

Has he got a boyfriend?

- No.

- Really?

Lovers?

Why don't you ask him?

What's this about a shrink?

You suggested it.

- Did you tell her?

- Sure.

What's she say?

"Everyone grieves in their own way."

- See you next week?

- No.

It's over.

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