Across the Road Page #2

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You were leaving me

for a ritzy dump.

Very funny!

No more bohemian squalor.

You'll live in style!

And I can write in peace!

You'll give up hack jobs?.

I promise.

And do some serious writing?.

Yes.

Serious is a big word...

No more car smashes?.

Never again.

"A gift to youth and love!"

Precisely!

You about through?.

Excuse me!

That goes to the 3rd floor.

Dirty mutt!

Michelle?.

Jean!

You OK?.

I kept a spare.

Lucky bastards!

There's more over here.

This basement is huge!

It's unfair!

Come over any time.

Thanks.

It could use some paint.

What is it?. Seek, dog!

It stinks over there.

Here, boy!

I can't see.

Let's move the dresser.

What's the dragon lady like?.

What do you mean?.

Is she hot?.

You're sick!

At the count of 3! 1, 2, 3!

What the hell is this?.

Sh*t, talk about weird!

It's like a cathouse!

You mean an opium den.

Seems vaguely moorish...

Hot stuff!

You like that.

Yes, I do.

It's a bit creepy.

No, I love it.

Michelle, come look!

Looking for something, Madame?.

No, just tidying up a bit.

You know you have no right

to touch his things!

No harm in putting them

in the basement.

They stay under this roof!

Scram, Socrates!

Sorry, the dog did it.

A woman, at last!

The dragon lady....

I guessed.

Mr Guillemet hated dogs!

Don't! You'll cut yourself.

Sure she hates us.

She hoped to inherit,

like all old housekeepers.

She's not old. Not even 40.

Jean, we can't!

Let her hear. It'll do her good.

That's not it.

It's this setting...

We have to change things.

Why?. It's huge.

You can breathe,

not like our place.

That's just it.

It's not the space...

I want to move

the furniture round...

Don't you feel good here?.

Isn't the fourposter great?.

No!

It's fabulous.

Like being in fairy tale.

A fairy tale...

I'm the princess.

Take it off. You'll boil!

It's wonderful.

Feels like a country house.

So?. Not too much of a strain?.

Getting used to the fairy tale?.

She'll kill us

with all these croissants!

Morning, Clemence!

Thanks, Clemence.

For you, sir?.

I'll start with a few Danish,

thanks.

I was fine there, right?.

Aside from your get-up.

She didn't lie.

She really does do everything.

What?.

Not quite everything...

You could give up your job now.

We've got a house, but no money.

I'm getting more than you

out of it.

You stop working,

and I'll find a job.

You promised!

I just want you to write!

But, Michelle...

What?. Trust in yourself!

I believe in you, I love you.

I'm not unhappy.

I enjoy the flower shop.

I love you, you're so gentle.

When shall we have a baby?.

You're right.

There's room for a dozen here.

Soon!

I love you!

So run off!

It's worth 3 to 4 million dollars,

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