Chapter 35 Six Loves

The talk at the dinner table is as elusive as the talk of the lovers, the talk of the lovers is the cloud, the talk of the table is the smoke. Fameier and Dali were humming, Doromeer was drinking, Sephine was smiling, and Fantine was smiling.Richmond played on a wooden trumpet he had bought in Santa Cruz.Beloved looked at Blasheville affectionately and said: "Blashville. I love you." That statement raised a question in Blasheville. "Beloved, what would you do if I stopped loving you?" "Me!" cried Beloved, "oh! don't say such things, not even in jest! If you don't love me anymore, I'll jump behind you, scratch your skin, Your hair, pour water on your body, and ask you to sue."

Blasheville smiled affectionately at himself, like a man who is comfortable with the extreme gratification of his pride.Beloved said again: "Yeah! I'll call the police! Humph! You think there's anything I can't do! Bitch!" Blashville, flattered, leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes complacently. Dali couldn't stop eating, and said to Beloved through the noise of her voice: "It seems that you are not very infatuated with your Blasheville?" "I, I loathe him," replied Beloved in the same tone, picking up her fork again. "He hates to spend money. I love the young man who lives across the street from me. He is very handsome, do you recognize him? He is a very good actor. I like actors. When he comes home, his mother Said: 'Ah! my God! I will not be quiet again. He will cry. Oh, my friend, will you beat my head!' Up there, in those black holes, the higher the better, where he sings and recites, who knows what he does! The people below can hear it. He writes suits at a lawyer's house, and already earns twenty dollars a day Sue. His father was a singer at St. Jacques. Oh! He was born very well. He loved me so much that one day he saw me making pancakes with ashes, and he said to me: 'Madame , make some cakes out of your gloves, and I'll eat them all.' Only an artist in the world would say something like that. Yah! He was born very well. I'm going crazy for that little boy. It doesn't matter, I'm sorry for Bra Shevir still says I love him. How I lie! Don't you? How I lie!"

Beloved took a breath, and went on: "Dali, you know? I'm very upset. It's been raining all summer, and the wind can't bear it, and the wind can't quench the fire in my heart. Blasheville is a cheapskate, and there's no food in the market." There's plenty of peas for sale, he just eats them, I'm 'depressed', as the English say, and the cream is so expensive! And, you see, what a joke, we eat in a room with a bed, I It's better than dead."