| He: And of the
water?
She: Whiskey
He: I’m sure we would agree!
She: We don’t.
She goes to the counter and start drying the glasses. He follows her,
takes off his hat and puts it next to the ashtray.
He: You’re wrong to say no. I could make you dream. I travelled
around the world three times. I can tell you about anyone, anyplace,
anything. I climbed the highest mountains, I nearly died a hundred times
on oceans raging with storm, I’ve met princes, amasuns, terrorists
and heavenly creatures, I burned my feet on the sand, the cold ate the
tip of my toes. I’ve eaten grapefruit as big as my head, I’ve
danced with the wild, I’ve seen fish with inimaginable colours,
wouldn’t you swim with me?
She: No.
He: Can I have a whiskey instead?
She: You said you weren’t thirsty.
He: Now I am.
She pours two whiskeys. They drink, each of them on their side of the
counter.
He: You’re closing early.
She: This is the countryside, Sir. The people here all have a family
that needs them and a work that tires them enough to find sleep without
the need of sheep. We don’t see drifters like you so often so
late at night.
He: You called me Sir?
She Yes, why? You’re not a man?
He: That’s a lot of respect for a drifter like me.
She: It’s no respect, it’s just a way to mark the limits
of our respective territories.
He: Are you doing this for a long time?
She: Doing what?
He: Waitress
She: 17 months and 22 days. Before I was a singer. I sang in bars and
little clubs close to the harbour. I had a pianoplayer and a beautiful
red dress with paillettes that twinkled in the light of the projectors.
A flood of lost sailors waited for me each night at the door of my changing
room. I dreamt of going to Paris, to live in Montmartre.
He: You don’t sing anymore?
She: Only in the shower.
He: I’d love to hear you.
She: You’ll never come into my bathroom.
He: Why?
She: Certain absences can make room for pain that plant in our private
gardens thorny roses and meateating flowers. They end up by being completely
impenetrable.
He: The jungle doesn’t scare me, I’m used to adventure.
She: Calm down, I’m not talking about a stroll in a virgin forest.
He: Is there a man in your life?
She: A load of them. I love men.
He: One wouldn’t say so.
She: That’s only because you’re not my kind of man.
He: Too bad. I might like you a lot.
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