Violette Page #3

- You're a black marketeer?

- I was. It's over.

How much do I owe you?

Nothing. It's a gift.

Thank you. I have to go.

I have company.

See you very soon.

Have you heard?

Maurice.

What about him?

He died in Germany.

Eliminated.

Shot in the head.

"I said.

"'My friend is dead.'

"I repeated it.

"I said.

"'Death...'

"I tried to find the word.

"A syllable.

it doesn't take long to cross.

"Pronounce this syllable

as you wish."

Yes?

I have an appointment

with Albert Camus.

- Who shall I say is here?

- Violette Leduc.

- For the book signing.

- You're early.

- Yes. a bit.

- Follow me.

Why aren't I published

in the Blanche collection?

The cover is so dull.

It's so we can afford

a bigger print-run.

Here's the list of journalists.

Mr Camus will come see you.

That's what he said.

But I don't know any of them.

What does one write to a stranger?

The usual phrase is.

"Respects from the author."

Respects from the author?

I sending my book to the critics!

You will receive

your copies in the post.

Careful. I have a cold!

I've something for you.

In the Prison of Her Skin

It's coming out next week.

And published by Gallimard too.

I don't know this collection.

It's a new collection.

created by Albert Camus.

A big print-run.

Albert Camus. gosh!

I'm happy for you. Violette.

You thought you'd do nothing.

You'll read it. won't you?

And we'll meet again.

Say we'll see each other. Hermine.

We've been apart too long.

Tell me about you.

There's not much to say.

Still the same.

Work. plenty of work.

And my pupils.

But I'm not complaining.

I get long holidays.

- And the other?

- Fine.

Your hands.

They've changed.

It's the washing-up.

I have to go.

- Still in St Lazare?

- Don't insist!

- I want to see you again.

- You're hurting me!

Are you still angry?

Tell me about your abortion.

There's nothing to say.

You know as much as I do.

How far gone were you?

Five and a half.

I almost died.

The baby had to be extracted.

It was it or me.

- My husband wanted to keep it.

- You were married?

Not very long.

I used to live with a woman.

That didn't work out either.

I thought the status of wife

would clean the slate.

make the same as others.

Do you regret it?

It'd have been like me.

It'd have suffered.

I'd have killed it.

My mother didn't kill me.

I've criticised her for that.

Marriage is a sham. Violette.

For women. it's slavery.

You understood before them.

Freedom for women

means financial independence.

But that's a long way off.

My first romance

was in boarding school.

Her name was Isabelle.

It lasted an entire school year.

My mother separated us.

I never saw her again.

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