The Very Private Life of Mister Sim Page #6

He left on the ocean, la la laaa...

You reached your destination.

Oh, this is good... The silence. Listen to this, Emmanuelle...

You already saw a man naked, I hope?

You are the woman of my life.

You are sweet, you... You understand me.

I love you.

Emmanuelle, do you want to marry me?

Yes, I wish.

- Is it true?

- Yes.

- You love me too?

- I think I never wanted a man that much.

- It's great... We will be happy. You will see, I won't disappoint.

- But Franois... I will have to leave you alone.

- Leave me alone?... But why?

- Because the battery is running low. I have to go.

- But it's not possible, we are going to get married?

- I'm sorry. Farewell Franois.

- No, don't leave me!

I beg you.

But I have one last thing to tell you.

In 300 meters, turn lefff...

Sit here, dad.

There is this as well.

This is the last postcard you received from Francis, from Marrakech.

I called him. He said he would be very happy to see you again.

I will write to him, OK?

I think of your mother often, of the shitty life I gave her.

I was a terrible husband.

- Hello Jacques.

- Liam, how are you? Please sit.

Please sit, take a coffee, you are no trouble at all...

- So you are french?

- Yes, in a way. And you are Franois, Jacques' son?

- Yes... How did you guess?

- I don't know, you look like each other.

- Seriously?

- For example, the way you sit, your arms...

- Small things...

- Mum? Why is the sea blue? When I take it in my hands, it's clear...

- It's because of how the sun rays are reverberated...

- Ah no, not at all.

Tiny wizards decided that the sea and the sky would be blue.

Because at the time of dinosaurs, they were red.

I can tell you it was very different back then.

And it's probably the reason why dinosaurs disappeared.

- Because they were too much depressed.

- Why are you talking nonsense?

Because the story is better like this.

Hey, what about an ice cream? You come?

- I'm really happy to have met you.

- So am I.

- If you agree, I will organize a dinner with my husband.

- Yes, with great pleasure.

- Are you reading this?

- Yes. This story helped me to keep faith in life.

Actually, it's Samuel, a friend... Samuel... He's the uncle of Poppy...

But anyway, you don't know Poppy, so...

Do you know the island of Capraia?

- Not rea... Yes, yes, I know a little.

- It's the one right there, by the side of St Nicolas, the small one, uninhabited.

- That's it, yes.

- You should go there.

- I really can't, my plane leaves tonight...

- Move the date then. Go there. You won't regret it.

- Allo?

- Samuel? It's Franois Sim.

- Franois, how are you?

- I don't know what time it is in Macon, I'm not waking you up?

- I'm stupid, there is no... You won't believe what is in front of me!

- You are going to tell me...

- The Teignmouth Electron!

- You are on the island of Capraia?

- Yes, exactly! Yes of course, you knew already...

- It's the only thing I know all about!

- But I'm surprised that YOU are there!

- Me too... Me too.

- I'm always happy to hear you, Franois.

- Me too.

- I'm especially receptive to the voices.

- When will you be back?

- Tomorrow, I think.

- We meet, then?

Sure.

- A dinner together?

- Sure.

- Well it's great... I was a bit afraid to ask, so if you agree, I'm happy.

- How do we do? I call you? You call me?

- As soon as I'm back.

- When I'm back, I call you.

- See you tomorrow, then.

- I embrace you, Franois.

- Me too. Goodbye, Simon.

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