In the Shadow of Women Page #2

My father became a Bourgeois.

He always dreamt...

that his children...

receive an elitist education.

The others messed up their studies.

He didn't care much about me,

but I'm the only one succeeding.

What did you study?

Well...

I went to a preparatory class.

Then I went to university.

To study history.

Now I'm doing my PhD.

What do you think is worse?

Pee where you shower or

shower where you pee?

Shower where you pee.

Thank you!

It's very kind of you.

You didn't like flowers before.

Now you do.

Because flowers are

a classic gift to cuckold women.

The husband goes to his mistress

then brings flowers on his way home.

Every time I saw you with flowers

I thought something was wrong.

Now I trust you.

Don't you know all the girls

are wary when a man brings flowers?

It's a classic.

No.

You didn't know?

I wasn't well aware of

the Jewish issues under the Occupation.

You didn't know?

I had no Jewish acquaintance.

We did not know.

We learned later.

After the liberation, the camps...

I...

had been arrested and sent to jail.

I never heard of

the Vl' d'Hiv' raid.

I had never endured

such a difficult shooting.

When Paris was liberated,

the streets were desert.

People were hiding home.

We were alone in the street.

I can never forget...

A mass, hidden in a black neck.

Saint-Martin's gate

was monitoring the detour.

Hirsute...

With a black and white beard...

And small eyes.

An empty look.

The vision of an ill brain.

A big dead baby.

Back from hell.

No.

It was a man.

It was a man... God!

The kind of...

the dominant race.

Why are you laughing?

I don't know.

You are so beautiful.

You live together, work together...

You do everything together.

How come you never fight?

- Sometimes we do.

- Really?

- Hold it please.

- It's not mine.

Sorry.

I never saw Pierre angry.

I never heard him talk loud.

Me? Never!

I'm yelling for the two of us,

now you know it.

- Come up.

- No.

Why?

Because... I have something to do.

Something to do? What?

Stop it! Mind your own business.

Next time you come up.

- Okay, good evening.

- You too.

- Bye Pierre!

- Bye.

What do I cook for diner?

Whatever you want.

When was the last time we left Paris?

A long time ago.

Lisa is lending us

her parents' house in Brittany.

It will be unoccupied in July.

Wouldn't it be nice?

There are bikes and

it's close to the see.

We need it.

What do you think?

I'm going to buy a salad.

- Do you need something?

- No, I'm fine.

Pierre was seeing Elisabeth

for the pleasure of flesh.

He used to go to her place,

do her and left right away.

But he couldn't help

coming back to her regularly.

He loved her body.

When he was thinking of Manon...

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