Gabrielle Page #2

It was a truly splendid day.

Nothing could possibly go wrong.

The women wore page summer dresses.

The men in their dark suits smiled.

It was like in a magic garden,

where animated flowers smile at bewitched knights.

Madam isn't in.

There was a sumptuous serenity

to it all.

I knew then

that hapiness was the lot

of all mankind,

and I wanted something

of that splendor for myself.

That day.

Gabrielle was crossing a meadow.

Seeing her

l thought nothing could go wrong

in a world of such distinction.

I was proud,

l wanted to grasp it firmly,

get what gratification I could.

That brutal desire seemed suddenly

the most noble of aspirations.

I checked to see

if we were being observed,

I felt inspired.

I spoke to her. I proposed to her.

And I married her. Ten years ago.

GabrieIle is no ordinary woman.

I ove her as a collector

does his most prized item.

Once acquired,

it becomes his so e reason to live.

In t me we came

to know each other enough

for all practice purposes.

That's important.

We have no intimacy, nor need of any.

My desire s appeased.

lt's become a habit.

We share the same bedroom.

l insisted on that much.

I have no need for affairs,

just twin beds and two nightstands,

and Gabrielle in the other bed.

When we die, she will lie

in the grave next to...

Why write when she knows

ill be home for dinner?

A bit ridiculous, isn't it?

"Jean, in a hour I will have left...

"... go to a man...

''...hide it any longer...

"...it mey seem terrible and mad.

"It is terrible and right.

''Forgive me. Goodbye.''

I'M NOT TO BE DISTURBED!

Youre muddy, there.

It's an ugly sight.

Why so silent?

Remorse?

Fear?

What's this letter?

A mistake.

A mistake? Three lines or so?

You leave as note

so theres no turning back,

yet you do.

You, who always knows

the right thing to do...

But here you come back,

the ink still fresh.

l have no time to compose

the appropriate face.

You didn't accustom me to such folly.

There's nothing more to say.

It was honest.

Where's the honesty in all this?

When did you begin to be honest?

What are you now? Still honest?

There's nothing more to tell.

I couldn't do it.

Anyway, the law is on my side.

If at least you he died!

I would have beem offered condolences

and known how to reply.

That's a familar situation.

But no, you come back.

This is very humilliating.

Why on earth would my wife...

A cultured person,

mistress of the house...

throw away respect, comfort,

peace, decency, everything!

For what? For love?

There's no ove in it. It's passion!

Tomorrow every one will know

that you left. and why.

The servants will known tonight.

My wife is a monster,

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