chapter 6: Privas ( part 3)
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Eve parks and jumps out of the vehicle, breathing a sigh of relief. it is rather cool and the sun is swallowed below. Elizabeth does not move one inch...
- Betty? Move... We still have everything to unload...
-This guy scares me, don't you want to come with me...? Begs the young woman in a low voice.
-Are you serious ? You know I'm leaving tomorrow... You'll have to manage on your own, you know like an adult...
-Please stay with me... I don't know how to take inventory and all that.
-And you have bac + 15?
In front of the childish head of the pretty redhead, Eve finally gives in. It is she who takes the lead once again and approaches the owner. To
to believe that she is the one who is about to move in...
The apartment is really very small, a one-bedroom apartment and damn it doesn't exude luxury here. The walls are yellowed and a smell of old reigns there...
Within these walls, is it her home?
It is the trembling hand that she
ends up signing the lease under the suspicious gaze of the landlord.
Eve thinks he will help them. Do you think ! He made himself
trunk and they end up like two potiches. Let the fun part begin!
The apartment is on the fourth floor...no lift...Eve is the slimmer of the two and yet she has the impression of lifting everything alone... The worst thing is the piano which weighs a ton in their little hands.
- damn it, but you are an andouille!
Lift damn it ! f**k! my goddamn foot!
- Don't swear Eve...
_Ah yeah if you put your mind to it!
And what are these hole dukes who watch us struggle without helping us!!!
And s**t you can't be a normal person... Like you need that shit...
Elizabeth! Lift up in the name of God!
- Don't swear! I do what I can...
The beautiful redhead just has tears gnawing at her eyes... She's got shivers down her spine... It's like a kid who
goes to summer camp for the first time far from the arms of his mother...
There is this oppression.
His hands are slipping. She's shaking
so much. Each step is a journey. The neighbors are on their doorstep. They watch these two intruders pass one by one, intrigued by these two funny ladies...
two funny ladies...one with her
red hair and his jogging which goes down on his buttocks and his piercings...
The other one with that fanny haircut and hideous floral dress...
No one would bet on their relationship...
With grunts and
shortness of breath, the piano ends up being put down... Then comes the symphony of the washing machine and the small refrigerator...(gotten up by Maxime). Ely pinches her lip... She's never run a machine... She's never filled a fridge in her life. She would like to ask her sister for advice...but
she does not dare.
For the bed, it will have to wait, Betty will have to settle for an inflatable mattress...
And what a humiliation for this
bourgeois... So that's it... She's going camping?
No oven, just an old electric hob...
The boxes pile up. It was not until four hours later, when it was completely dark, that the two sisters let themselves fall from fatigue on the mattress of misfortune.
_ What a hassle my Betty. I have one of these headache... You'll pay me back...
Ok, I'll rest for five minutes and I'll go to bed in the truck. (Silence)
How's it going ?
-"You don't stay with me tonight?
-Do you want me to sleep with you?
-Yes... Next to me. I will feel better.
Eve guesses her sister's livid face in the dark.
- For you to put your bashfulness aside, it's because you really have the chips... (awkward silence) We've never slept together...
- Eve... I beg you... Stay. OK...
The younger sister pulls the plaid over them and within seconds falls into a deep sleep.
Elysabeth is on her back... It's cold... The absence of noise frightens her...
This silence is so painful.... A cat is meowing downstairs, you can even hear a few dogs barking... No, but dogs are barking... and tomorrow it will be the roosters?
She discreetly takes the hand of
She discreetly takes the hand of
her sister close to her and hug her so tight
because Eve turns round talking in her sleep.
In the end, his presence will have ended up being more than comforting....despite
what she is... Eyes hatched riveted on the ceiling, Elysabeth spends or dies her first night...(half a night instead).
***
The next day, Elysabeth is almost ready.
- Will you help me put away my boxes?
- Yeah of course... Did you sleep well?
-I haven't slept a wink...
_Hm I suggest we go do some shopping to fill your fridge and your cupboards with some Provisions.
-Hm....my god...I never do that... Do I look stupid? You want to laugh at me because I worry about living like
all these people... shopping.
Cooking...washing my laundry,
worry me and I don't even talk to you
of "my job in three days..."
-You know Betty, it can be learned... There are no methods or books for that.
You just have to be patient... Everyone goes through this.
I'll help you tidy up a bit and let's go? OK...
Eve is already busy.
-Eve?
-Hm?
-Thanks.
***
Finally, Eve will have stayed one more day... Elysabeth delays the moment of this new departure as much as possible. She drags her paw and finds a thousand excuses
to always retain a little more sister, (including these famous executives of the
virgin, and crucifix to hang, in joy and good humor, right Eve?....hahaha )
a shelf to assemble, a whole
lots of little details.... In a day, it ends up looking like something meager.
-You'll be fine here! You saw the
supermarket is just 500m away, it's doable. I think everything is spot on.
Alright I'll have to go Sista.
- Are you sure you don't want
stay another night?
It's not reasonable to drive at night...
-Haha are you worried about me or about you?
-Both.
-I have to get back from here.
tomorrow. Don't worry, this isn't the first time I've been driving at night!
Anyway ,we're going to call each other, Hein!
Betty! you promise?
Eve ties her hair up in a hurry. She finishes her ill-fated cup of coffee. Elysabeth, facing her, is so upright, so stoic as a block of marble.
The younger sister rubs her dust-stained tank top.
His almond eyes blink repeatedly.
A meter separates them and the silence is poignant. It's like saying goodbye to the queen.
It's true Eve is often hard on her sister but she loves her so much...
She would have liked so much to have his intelligence, it would have saved her from struggling at this point.
She's never been good at goodbyes either... She smiles.
Elysabeth's heart is splitting in two. She finds herself cramped in this probably too tight dress, which comes
smother her breasts, which nevertheless rise to the rhythm of her anguished breathing. His nose wrinkles... A
knot plunges into his throat.
His lips quiver.
-Hey, aren't you going to cry anyway?
-"I want you to stay with me so badly...
- Hm would it finally be a declaration of love to your darling sister?
-You are stupid...
Unable to stand it any longer, Betty breaks the distance between them and clumsily takes her sister in her arms, for the first time in her life. This
feeling is funny. She is still extremely tense. Her long thick hair covers her cheeks
of Eve. It looks so big next to it!
Cuddles and contact with humans are really not her thing...
-Betty... It's going to be fine... I'm going to suffocate to death haha.
Eve shakes Elisabeth's red hair, gives her a final kiss on the cheek and disappears down the stairwell.
Elysabeth rushes to the window like a child... See the truck
disappearing at the end of the day hurts him more than anything...
The sob tears his thick lips.
She nearly collapses to the ground.
Her mother left her about ten messages... It seems that her father is devastated and that he is already moving heaven and earth to repatriate his daughter... And if she
went back?... It's true what?
She feels like she's going to die here... She looks around...
Time may be long in this new prison...
Elysabeth puts on her nightgown (it looks like that of the exorcist...) and kneels in front of the Virgin to ask for help, to implore forgiveness. Something's gutting her...
Confused and contradictory thoughts run her through like a tidal wave.
She redoubles her prayers to ward off all this carnage...
Empty of prayers, she slips on this uncomfortable mattress which explodes her vertebrae. She pulls out her binder
on the rights of foreigners... And recite...
She still does not know that in the days to come, she will undoubtedly meet her stormy destiny.
- Writer
