Violette Page #2

- Get a move on.

I read your book.

Let's talk.

Tomorrow at 3pm.

You have my address.

Hello. Violette.

Hello. madam.

May I call you Violette?

Come in.

I must apologise first.

I took you

for a frivolous bourgeois.

whose childhood memories

would bore me. I was mistaken.

You've written a beautiful book.

Powerful. Intrepid.

That's what counts.

Have you been writing long?

No. Well. not much.

A few articles.

- Maurice made me.

- The Maurice in the book?

Yes. Maurice Sachs.

Ah. Maurice Sachs.

Has he read it?

The beginning.

He's in Germany.

Yes. I know.

Have you had any news?

No. And I'm not expecting any.

Maurice is the opposite of you.

He's someone who hides.

especially behind words.

But he gave you the impetus.

the desire to write.

The pages devoted to him

please me less.

It would be better to remove them.

Keep them for another book. maybe...

I intend to give your manuscript

to Albert Camus.

who's creating a collection

at the NRF.

Make the changes

as soon as possible.

You should rework

some passages.

Your father. for instance.

We know nothing.

He's a ghost.

His cowardice made you a bastard.

Go into more detail.

I need your manuscript in a week.

ten days at most.

We'll see each other again.

Well done. Violette.

We will work well together.

Doing that to me... Bastard!

No! No...

Go see.

- Is my mother here?

- Be nice to her.

Simone de Beauvoir liked my book.

I'm being published!

And I'm leaving Paris.

Ernest bought a farm

without consulting me.

You shouldn't have married him!

Don't make things worse!

It's hard enough as it is.

Sorry. sorry. sorry.

Sorry.

Please forgive me. I'm sorry.

Come live with me.

Leave him.

He doesn't deserve you.

- And your brother?

- We'll look after him.

I'll support you.

Where will we live?

In your rabbit hutch?

I'll rent a bigger flat.

The black market is over.

I'm taking control of my life.

Everything is going to change.

You're dreaming. Violette.

Nothing ever changes.

"'You deserve better.'"

"He said it so kindly.

"Come home. Calm down.'

"I was humiliated for Mother.

"'I promise I'll think about it.'

"I wanted her to be tough. decisive.

"Why did he pity her?

"'A millstone around my neck.

A millstone!'

"She wanted to pounce on him.

but he ran away.

"'Please.'

"He took refuge in his big house.

This came for you earlier.

- Thank you. Mrs Oustier.

- At your service.

THE MIRACLE OF THE ROSE

To Violette.

An author you should like.

Kind regards.

S. De Beauvoir

Ah. Violette...

- See you tomorrow.

- Goodbye. Nathalie.

I'm sorry. I'm busy.

I've finished.

You're quick. That's good.

Here.

Foie gras.

A camembert. It's ripe.

And some pt.

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