To Each, Her Own Page #5

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- Oh no ! Above all, you tell him nothing.

- Oh?

Especially not right now.

- Whore !

- Oh wait, wait.

You have to spend it under cold water!

It is...

It's okay ?

You have come at the right time.

Taste my dish, I do not eat pork.

So, actually, Wali, I'd like to

talk to you about the other night.

What are you starting with?

Benloulou, it's Maghrebi?

Yes. In fact no.

Initially, I'm nothing special.

On arrival, however...

Go ahead, taste it.

I was lost without you.

Where were you ?

Oh there, but...

It's melting, it's...

It is a wonder !

You should open a restaurant.

It's crazy that you say that.

I think about it, but when you

give up, the banks, it's hot.

They do not trust.

Go see me, maybe...

I can help you.

We could associate.

What? Do you mean opening

a restaurant together?

Yes why not ?

In fact, for pork, you

should do as for wine.

You taste and you spit.

What?

As we do to taste the wines

without being drunk.

You rinse your mouth,

like that, vis--vis

religion, you are in order.

- You're a funny girl.

- You drink alcohol ?

Yeah.

You too.

You have a hellish descent.

You're funny when you've been drinking.

And sensual too.

I did not tell you anything.

I... I did not tell you that

I am in a relationship.

Ah OK.

You did not come for my beautiful eyes.

Hello !

I'm not fine ?

Yes Yes.

I'm going to lie down.

Yes! You cover us something, you.

What's the matter ?

Simone?

I said something that should not?

No.

But tell me !

I made a big bullshit.

You broke the vermicomposter?

That's it ? But it's not big deal.

My love.

But then, but it does not matter!

It does not matter at all.

Well then.

It's Wali.

Who is this?

It is the Senegalese cook.

Huh?

What is happening ?

He jumped on you, right?

He jumped on you?

Oh, Simone!

I call the cops!

- No wait !

- What no ?

That's not what you think.

It's not only him.

Come out, please.

Go outside.

Clear...

Come on, get out of this room!

Go away !

Claire!

- We need to talk.

- I have nothing to say.

I beg you, forgive me!

I do not want to lose you.

But who are you, huh?

You make me your request,

then you sleep with a guy!

Are you kidding me ?

No, but precisely, a guy! Claire!

A guy, that does not count!

I'll tell him I can

not live without you!

Claire!

It's like living

with a stranger.

You're not a homo shameful, you're

a f***ing hetero repressed!

The first shovel I

rolled was a girl!

At 11 already, I was a lesbian.

Marion Faivre, in high school,

I was crazy!

And what is a real lesbian?

A girl who knew no guy?

So I'm not Jewish because

I do not practice?

In 39-45, I would have been deported!

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