Across the Road Page #3

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a pittance!

But I'll still verify

my book sales. You bet!

We're now home-owners, still...

What's this?.

Sorry.

The dinner?.

That was Michelle's idea.

She wants us to make up.

Anyway, I want to meet you wife.

I hear she has the dough.

Only kidding, Henry!

See you Tuesday.

"Russian Success Story"

"You won't answer the phone,

so I'm writing."

Signed:
"Aude de Fontenay."

Hugo will enjoy this.

Why did you get it out?.

It's too dressy.

That's all I needed.

Jean?. Help me?.

Jean...

Stop it!

Sorry, I just wanted to...

What is it?.

Nothing.

You OK?.

You really want me to wear it?.

Let me see.

Yes.

It's much too dressy.

It's perfect.

Hurry. They'll be here soon.

So you're Jean's publisher?.

I have that honor.

I'm his friend and lawyer.

At last!

Good evening.

Victoria, the love of my life.

Of his apartment, at least.

You rented it!

Michelle, dear!

How are your flowers?.

Like us all. They bloom,

wilt, and get thrown out!

Ghislaine de Villard?.

I'm one of your humble novelists.

This is my muse:

Michelle...

Madame de Villard.

Hello.

I've heard so much about you.

His mother was impoverished

Russian nobility.

Left her husband,

followed her French lover to Paris,

got dumped,

whored around to survive,

died of siphyllis.

Aged 7, Guillemet

was a penniless orphan,

itching to get even with life.

he was a millionaire. Not bad, huh?.

He was lucky to be born

inthat era.

Today he'd be dealing drugs

in grade school.

Or selling dogs to labs.

Beat it, Socrates!

Now we're vulgar upstarts!

Don't worry. Happens all the time!

Clemence!

He had all the women of his era.

And loved them in very odd ways.

He had quantity and quality!

You jealous?.

Jean brought it up.

It turns him on!

I'm only turned on

by my wonderful wife!

And you're the only one

who gets her!

Jean has a fascinating

subject there.

I'm glad we signed him up.

I can see that!

The things one does to

entertain one's publisher!

Like kill an old fart,

forge his will!

Sorry, Madame.

I'll get something.

I'm fine, Clemence.

Very poor taste, Jean.

We're vulgar upstarts!

Good evening.

Thanks.

Bye!

It was a wonderful evening!

Too bad.

Your dress was so becoming.

You had a coat.

Right.

Drive safely!

What's got into you?.

What?.

Why write about Guillemet?.

He's a banal news item.

Come with me.

Jean...

Tell me something...

I almost ended up

in one of these.

Don't be sordid.

Almost reassures me.

What does?.

I know why she hates us,

and he left us the house.

He spent years peeping at my ass

with this camera!

I thought you were jealous.

Jealous of a dead man?.

"A gift to youth and love"

He was honest.

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