London is a city which has the advantage (and disadvantage ..., dare I say) of being a transit town. Indeed, there is always a cousin, aunt, friend, acquaintance passes for a romantic weekend for shopping, for a meeting in Canary Wharf or to visit the Queen.
And suddenly, the friend - or worse, the "knowledge" that suddenly becomes "best friend" - expected to be put our lives on hold, that we miss work, gym, nap and household, to welcome with open arms, offering him the couch and take out Big Ben (which I still have not seen - in brackets!).
short, if I mention this because my colleague (and friend, not knowledge!) Italian has the experience. Last weekend, she received a call from her first love. Italian dark it was a broken heart a day. He tells her he is visiting London and he'd like to do a 'catch-up over a drink ... "or a coffee, he takes good care to add ...
But between the glass and coffee, a big difference. And this beautiful Italian like in the movies, also has some intelligence. He leaves the choice open and casually plays both the indifferent and the sweeper.
Marianna comes to me and summed up in a hurry the last episodes, between buying a share and a call from a client. It wonder if I think she should see it. And I say yes. Not because I think, but because I know she does not care about my opinion. But I think
. I think this boy is a recurring character in our conversation on Saturday nights, and Sunday brunches. The boy who makes more the effect of old, but has still left a trace in his memory, even if the memory of a walk to the port of Venice.
Yes I think ... And I wonder what look like their reunion. Because she talked a lot about me. And I like to imagine them whispering in Italian des mots d’amour et des caresses platoniques. Mais je ne comprends pas l’italien.
Elle m’avait raconté qu’elle avait fait tomber un jour, à dix-sept ans à peine, l’une de ses boucles d’oreilles dans la voiture du beau. Elle avait ensuite tenté de le contacter à maintes reprises. Un peu pour la boucle d’oreille. Un peu pour entendre sa voix. Toujours pour sa voix. Toujours en utilisant le prétexte de la boucle d’oreille.
Mais les femmes s’impatientent. Et les femmes ne doivent jamais attendre. La boucle d’oreille fut jetée par mon amie. Et j’aime à imaginer le bijou reposant au fond d’un canal. Mais Marianna aurait trouvé the idea too banal. She had probably chosen the first bin. It is a practical girl.
The next day, the D-Day, I'm going to see the juicy details that would be perhaps a Tuesday morning gray and gloomy. She tells me, the cheeky smile and perfect hair, that this poor guy came, after all these years, announcing his love for her .... And report her lost earring once that he had kept.
She replied with a tone that I imagine both impregnated with disgust and pity, that now is missing hers.
Bad timing. ©
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