Epilogue
A month later “I don’t want to close my eyeeeess, I don’t want to fall asleeeeeep…” I bleated along with Steven Tyler. Victor remained impassive, only a slight smile betrayed the fact that he found me ridiculous. “Cali hates hearing me sing in English, she says I make her ears bleed,” I admitted. “Wouldn’t that be a polite way of telling you that you’re singing out of tune? Because your mastery of the language doesn’t seem too bad to me.” “So, are you telling me that I sing out of tune?” I say narrowing my eyes. “I never hid that information from you, sweetie. If you remember, I told you about it when we first met.” I was about to reply, but was interrupted by the nasal voice of the GPS: Take exit 25, Cavaillon. “Oh! We’re almost there!” I said, clapping my hands. We were on our wa
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