The third time Séverine deciphered quickly print:
Madame Anais - mezzanine left.
And she entered the fourth.
Séverine did not know how to model climbs the stairs, or how she was, a door opened in front of a nice big blonde woman still young. The breath failed him. She tried to escape, did not dare. She heard:
"You wish, Mademoiselle?
And whispered
"It is you who are ... that you hold.
"I'm Mrs. Anais.
"Then I wanted ...
Séverine glanced stray on the hall where it was:
-Come talk quietly," says Anais. She introduced the young woman in a dark room lined paper, with a large bed quilts red.
"Well, my dear," replied Mrs. Anais soon with good humor, you would like to put some butter on your bread. I am ready to help. You are nice and fresh. This is the kind pleasing here. Half for you, half for me. I fee.
Séverine nodded without answering. Ms. Anais embraced.
-A little emotional, I see, "she said. The first time, right? You see, this is not very terrible. It is too early, your buddies are not there. Otherwise they would say. When do you start?
"I do not know ... I see.
Séverine suddenly exclaimed forcefully as if she feared not being able to go out:
-In any case at five o'clock I must go away ... You.
-As you wish my dear. Two to five is a good time. You'll be the Belle de Jour what. Only must be accurate, otherwise we get angry. At five o'clock you will be free. A boyfriend who is waiting for you, is not it? Or a small husband ...
"Or a little husband ... Or ... Or a hubby hubby ..."
These words on which she had suddenly Ms. Anais left, Séverine murmured the stubbornly. She did not understand them, but was overwhelmed. She passed the colonnade of the Louvre, this looked so noble facade whose simplicity, a second, did him good, but she immediately turned her head and she was not entitled to this show.
Belle de Jour, Joseph Kessel.
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