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The marriage of Figaro (Mozart)
Joline (letters)
September 19, morning
I’m ready. Within fifteen minutes, my life will change.
The Saint-Amour is very close now. Her hull is brown like an old galleon’s. Her sails are down so she doesn’t move too much while the Sultan launches two tenders. They’ll bring twelve tourists on board this fancy little boat. Those people, along with four staff members including me, believe themselves lucky. You see, I’ve been fortunate enough to please the Captain and before today I knew nothing about it (he must have a sweet tooth, which is normal at his age.) The wind makes things difficult for the Indian workers busy with the launch (don’t worry, they are well paid.) A breeze has risen suddenly, in spite of the deep blue sky and the sun that behaves lik
