Chapter 39 Section thirty-eight

Lying on the single bed, she didn't sleep as well as he imagined, her sleep was always interrupted, and in the incoherent sleep, it was always full of unpleasant, intermittent, absurd, meaningless Meaningful, painful sex dreams.Every time she wakes up from such a dream, she always feels very uneasy.That, she thought, was a secret in a woman's life, every woman's: a nightlife that called into question promises of fidelity, chastity, innocence, and which no one in our world found abhorrent, but Chanta But I like to imagine the chastity of Prince Dee, Crivers, or Bernardine Desante Pyra, or Shante Sirisa of Avella, or Mother Teddy in our time. Risa anxiously runs through a world, doing her duty dutifully—she likes to imagine them emerging from under the cover of unrecognized, improbable, immoral immorality , and turned back to a pure and kind woman during the day.Such were her nights: several times she woke up from dreams of outlandish orgies with a repulsive man she didn't know.

After waking up in the wee hours of the morning, she never wanted to go back to that dirty pleasure.Dressed, she packed her daily necessities for a small suitcase for a short trip.When she was ready, she saw Jean-Marc standing in her nightgown at the door of her room. "Where are you going?" he asked. "To London." "What? To London? Why London?" She said very calmly: "You can see why you are going to London." Jean-Marc blushed suddenly. She repeated, "You know that, don't you?" She stared into his face.What a success this is.This time, she finally saw him as the blushing one!

His cheeks burned.He said, "No, I don't see why you're going to London." She was glad to see him flush. "We had a meeting in London," she said. "I just found out about it yesterday. You can understand that I have neither the congratulations nor the desire to tell you this." She also knew he couldn't possibly believe her, but she was glad that her lies were so unobtrusive, so arrogant, so bold, so hostile. "I've hailed a taxi. I'm going downstairs now, it could be here any minute." She said goodbye to him with a smile.At the last moment, seemingly against her will, as if in a gesture out of her control, she pressed her right hand to Jean-Marc's cheek, the gesture was fleeting, it only lasted a second or two Second.Then she turned around and left.