The next evening, when she was prepared in a dress up for the first time he telephoned a meeting unforeseen
kept him at the Palace but it would certainly
tomorrow night. Then, sobbing face down on the sofa. All that work for nothing, and if successful this
dress, and so in style tonight!
standing Suddenly, she pulled the wonderful dress, tore the trampled, gave a helping
foot sofa. Bad guy, he did it on purpose, it was to be loved more, she was sure
! See tomorrow, she did not care was what she wanted tonight! Oh! She
revenge tomorrow, she would reciprocate! Ugly man!
In the kitchen, half-naked, she gorged jam to console, black cherries,
pulsed with a tablespoon. Then, disgusted with jam, she wept, then went
second, snorting. Before the mirror of the bathroom, she
ugly to bear her misfortune, disgraced his hair, made a clown face with too much powder and lipstick
relied heavily on the cheeks.
At ten o'clock he phoned again, said the meeting lasted for less time
he had thought and that it would her home in twenty minutes. Yes, my lord, I
wait, "she said. The phone hung up, she whirled, kissed his hands. Quickly bath,
quickly to remove itself, will restyle, beautiful again, put on a dress almost as beautiful,
hide the torn, tomorrow she would burn, not this feel too bad Well she
would bury in the garden! Quickly, the Lord was coming, and it was her beautiful!
BELLE OF THE LORD
Albert Cohen
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