Chapter 8 The Sow Girl Part Two A Rosy Streak

rose streak (1) A boy reached out to me and I grabbed him, but the urchin let go laughing, mistaking me for a fat cow.I cried.Honoré left without looking back, he should feel ashamed to death.When he came back, he had on his arm a black girl in a sash who was in charge of reception. It was the black girl from "Waterworld" and everyone knew it.Honoré smelled of palm wine, and I was glad to see him again, because he had the key to the room and all my things were in it.I hid as best I could under a tree made of pink vinyl, but I was pestered by a bunch of lads taught by the same guy who had insulted me.They pulled on the last suspenders of my bathing suit trying to force me to let go of the few rags that still covered my butt, and I ended up surrounded by a bunch of fun-loving people, I swear to you.

Honoré didn't seem to care, he sent the black girl away, he didn't want any witnesses.He told me what a scum I was, that I lied to him, that I was a dirty bitch.These are his exact words.Honoré was crying, and I tried to comfort him with all my might.Seeing him like this, my heart is in a mess, but I can't get out from under the tree, I'm afraid of losing face.The black girl came back to Honore again, and I was not fooled, and she had to reassure him very well.Honoré's last words as he left were, "I want those urchins to punish me." The urchins threw me into the water and I nearly drowned.There were six or seven of them, and my bathing suit couldn't stand up to them.When they teased me enough, I begged them to bring me my dress, or at least a towel.Think beautifully!The children all left after talking, and they left me there, in the water.I am exhausted. "Waterworld" was closed, and I stayed there, naked, like a fool.A tall black man came over, he was a swimming instructor, and he told me that if I continued to make trouble, he would call the police.I know very well that he will not go to the police for these things that happened in "Water World".I begged him to give me something to wear, and he smiled like a straw-stuffed whale adorning the hall.pass

After a while, he still threw me a bathrobe or something, but it was too small. I went back to Honore's because I didn't know where to go.I was taken aback because Honore left all my things on the landing, my cosmetics, my clothes, my white blouse and the gray trousers I wore, thanks to the money I earned at "Waterworld". A dress to wear.I put my things away.When I picked up the smock from the floor, I found blood on it.I felt sick, and immediately let go of my hand, and there was a light sound on the ground. Honoré killed my Indian pig and put it in the front pocket of my smock.I can't pick up the smock anymore, I throw up

up.There was pig blood all over the stairs, and vomit, and Honoré would not have been happy when he opened the door.I left, but the walk was difficult.My hips are burning, my head is heavy, my nose is sore, and I have to be careful when I straighten my neck.My neck and waist seemed to be in spasms.I'm in the suburbs. Its daybreak.I found two plastic bags for my stuff in a trash can so it was easier to walk around.My joints were so sore, I stopped, sat on a bench, curled up and rested for a while, and I felt much better.Birds began to chirp, which I recognized as crows.There was even a nightingale in the misty Issy-les-Moulineaux.Only then did I know I could tell the nightingale's song.There are also a few mice looking for something to eat near the water catchment of the gutter, they are little yellow mice, and a cat is hiding in the dark.For a long time I watched the game of cat and mouse.I was hungry, I had nothing but tropical salad in my stomach, it had been all night, and I threw it up.

The sky was grey, streaked with rose-coloured streaks, and the factory smoke was emerald green in the dawn.I don't understand how it made such an impression on me that I seemed to get excited.The crows and nightingales were silent, and now the sparrows were twittering, and the young sparrows were crying for food in their nests.I felt incredibly alive and hungry.I slid to the side, slipped off the bench, and fell to the ground.I was stable and strong on the ground, and I didn't feel any pain anywhere, as if my body had been fully rested.So I ate, and there were some chestnuts and acorns.

In this part of the country they have planted some American oaks, which turn bright red in the fall.The taste of acorns is particularly good, with a taste like pure land.Bite first with your teeth, and then the fibers dissolve in your saliva.This thing is very hard, can't be chewed, and will stay in the stomach for a long time.My mouth smells of water and earth, a smell of forest and dead leaves.There were a lot of roots there too, smelling like licorice, witch hazel, gentian, sweet in the throat like dessert, and making a long, sweet mouth water.It went up my nose and I licked my lips with my tongue.When I saw someone passing by, I tried to stand up a little bit, as if I was looking for something.The black shadow disappeared, but other shadows appeared at the corner of the road.I gritted my teeth and sat on the bench.I found a tissue in the trash can and wiped my face, my face was covered in spittle and dirt.

I'm not hungry anymore, I'm full.I sat there for a while, and the sparrow landed on me and tried to peck my face, ears, and corners of my lips, where there was something to eat, which tickled me, and I smiled.The sparrows spread their wings and left one by one. It was working time, and more and more shadows passed by.The sun was fully up, and the sky was gray and golden.People go to take the subway, no one looks at me, but they just pass in front of my stool.They walked around my plastic bag, all looking tired.There are also some women with children, and the children are red-faced and chubby in the stroller.I seem to want to nurse them, or nuzzle them, to play, to bite.

The sky grew wider and wider above me, and from where I stood I could see the high roof of Honoré's house.The sun was shining in the sky, and I couldn't make out his windows exactly, but I could imagine him unshaven and sick from too much alcohol.Maybe the black girl was still with him, making him coffee.It sucks to say it, but I feel more comfortable where I am.It's just that if he's drinking too much, the black girl might not know what to make him eat in the morning to make him feel better.Honoré wanted a real woman, someone who would take care of him.Maybe it would be easier if I agreed to stay in the house and have a baby with him or something.I have some regrets and a shame that I didn't stay there.At the same time, I want to see how Chaoyang ends.I know it's hard to understand, but I don't want to work anymore.I have all my money in my pocket, it's not inexhaustible, there's no doubt about it, I'd better go save it.But then I figured, once I buy a new overalls and go back to work, I won't have much cash left.

At this moment, the pigeons began to coo, and there was a house bat, which was very short-sighted, and couldn't find its way home. It flew east and west, preying on small flying insects.I heard it was afraid to fly out into the sun, it flew blindly, and the ultrasonic waves it emitted vibrated uncomfortably in my ears, and I couldn't help it much.I miss my Indian pig so much.The sun keeps rising, so strange, I can't distinguish the clouds of Issy-les-Moulineaux more and more, the colors are mixed together.All I can see now is the red sky, and the rest is a mass of black and white shadows.I rubbed my eyes and my vision returned to normal.I even thought I saw the lights go out in Honoré's house.A few minutes later, he passed in front of me, went to take the subway, and turned the train

car to work.For two or three days I sat on the bench and watched Honoré go by. Rose Streak (2) Then, it must have been Sunday, because he didn't come.I hesitated, wondering whether to go to mass or not.I had a strange feeling, both good and bad, and I didn't know how to put it.I thought it might do me good to go to communion.It's getting harder for me to walk now.Since I ate and slept under the oak tree, the money never moved.I thought, maybe I should pay to see a doctor.I became more and more convinced that there was something growing in my brain.Tumor?I don't know, but it's something that simultaneously paralyzes the waist and hips, blurs the vision, and messes up the digestive system a bit.I even tried not to eat anything else but what I found on the ground.That's not necessary, or you'll get sick.I took care not to think about meat and everything that might resemble sausage, blood, ham, and intestines.

I made up my mind to go to mass because people cut down oak trees and put up billboards.The workmen paid no particular attention to me, they merely removed my bench to make it easier to work.They have a chainsaw, that guy is fast.The smell of freshly sawn trees is delicious, but seeing the strong and straight trees fall and moan, I feel a little uncomfortable.Now, where do I live?I ate a few sawdust.A worker gave me a leftover sandwich and said, "I don't know if you're disgusted?" And I, I want to say thank you to him, but I can't!I thought, this is good, I can't regret it anymore.There was ham in the sandwich and I threw it away.It fell to the ground, and the worker looked unhappy.And the reason I struggled so hard to get up from the stool was because I saw the picture they put up on the brand new billboard--it was me. I was thinking of somewhere to take a shower.The keys to the Honoré house were lost along with my plastic bag at the church door.The small washrooms in the perfume shops have "scented body washes" and may be occupied even at dawn, because overtime is often required.Of course, this line of work also has its downsides - tiredness and overtime work.I had a weird feeling that I was floating. There is mud all over the streets, as there have been a few showers last night and the dump has been damaged for a long time.I trudged along, trying to avoid puddles that would stain my poor skirt again.I was wondering if I could find a hotel, not too expensive, maybe On the side of the ring road.But this mud, I don't know how, it can be said to make me dizzy.I walked 800 meters and sat down on a bench in a small park next to the parking lot. A very young woman was trying to fold up a stroller to fit in the boot of a car.On the ground a baby sat on a rollaway seat, surrounded by a cluttered pile of objects, suitcases, baskets, baskets, toys, parcels of clothing.I walked over, and the woman looked extremely tired, with a little red spot on her swollen face, just under her eyes.The baby screamed and I tried to speak, but I couldn't utter a word.I have not spoken for several days since I had nothing to say to the priest. I opened my mouth, but only made a pig-like sound.The baby looked at me strangely and cried even harder.The woman seemed frightened when she saw me. She closed the trunk of the car, crushed the stroller, and picked up the roll seat, barely visible from behind.I bent over the baby and sniffed him, and he smelled nice of milk and almonds.It might do me good to cling to that woman's thigh and let her talk to me kindly, and accompany these two where they're going.I pushed the baby with my nose, and the woman screamed, and the baby, I don't know whether he was laughing or crying.I thought, well, it would be easy for me to eat him, sink my teeth into this pink mass of flesh.Either the woman will give him to me, or I will take him away.He smelled so good and seemed to roll easily on the ground like a giant ball.The woman yelled and ran with the mobile seat, leaving everything behind. I began to rummage with my nose.There is a bottle of milk that has already been soaked. I lick it dry in two strokes. The milk is hot and sweet.With my mouth I tore the large parcel of clean clothes to pieces, and found some delicious apples in a basket, and I was overjoyed.I broke the suitcase, but there were only some clothes in it.I chewed up a few plastic toys to grind my teeth, and I smashed up a few small jars to see if the contents were good.Not bad stuff and gives me protein.I broke my tongue while licking the shards of glass, and must have swallowed a few pieces of glass, crushing them with my teeth.I hiccupped and sat on the ground.Looking at the car and these abandoned things in front of me, I had a flash in my mind, and I thought, this woman must have left home with a baby and belongings, leaving behind I don't know what kind of husband.I felt sorry for complicating things for her, so I went up to the car to try to sort things out, but it didn't help.In desperation, I trampled everything, and with my teeth pulled out a piece of clothing that was peeking out of a suitcase.I thought, I could use it to replace my dirty skirt.I dragged the garment towards the bench and placed it on the bench as carefully as I could.Then, I saw a puddle of water, under the bench.A beautiful puddle of mud warmed by the sun and freshly rained. I lay in the puddles, stretched my limbs, and my joints felt so comfortable.Then, I rolled in it several times, it was so comfortable.My mildly irritated skin felt a cooling sensation, muscles all over my body were relaxed, and my back and hips were massaged.I almost fell asleep, smelling of sludge and humus.My nose was upwind, a big mistake, I didn't smell someone coming.Fortunately, the visitors did not stop. At this time, I noticed their arrival in time and turned around.Among those who came were women, babies, and a policeman. "It's a monster!" said the policeman, drawing his pistol tremblingly.His hands were shaking and it saved my life.I quickly picked up the skirt between my teeth and ran and ran, crossing the road from honking cars and hiding by a gate that allowed cars to pass.Later, it was difficult for me to leave this place, because they blocked the road and got a group of dogs to hunt me down.At this time, I saw a few fat mice crawling out of a gutter that was not tightly covered. I pushed the cover off with my nose and burrowed into the ground. Rose Streak (3) I only returned to the surface when piranhas invaded the gutters.Everyone fled, and I had to go too.More and more people are adopting weird animals these days.When they get bored, just say fuck it!Then it was thrown into the gutter.When I saw the piranha and felt a few bites on my body, I felt a pang of fear.I couldn't control myself at all, and flew outside.I didn't know I valued life so much.I seemed to wake up with a start, my neurons returned to normal, and in appearance and demeanor, I calmed down and regained a little sanity.I can stand up now.If you want to walk in this city again, you have to find some clothes quickly. I was with a group of bums and it was a bit tough at first, I had a natural smell on me, very strong and nice, and this country smell attracted them.But these unwashed townsfolk, I have to admit, I can't bear the smell of them.Also, it's been a long time since they've walked side by side with a woman, especially one with a chubby face like me.They took advantage, which is not difficult to understand.Nevertheless, they gave me a raincoat and something to eat.At night, they sleep on both sides of the railway.Dodging medical emergency teams is a big deal, my friends, and homeless people especially don't want to be loaded into a car and taken away.With me, they finally got what they wanted.Moreover, I cook for them, I don't talk too much, it can be said that they are very satisfied with me.Living with them, I found a certain dignity.People who voted for Edgar, wait for Edgar to see them.When I finally spoke up and told them I knew Edgar, there was a stir. I don't know what surprised them the most, whether it was me speaking out of the blue, or that I knew Edgar.I want to give them a proof, we found an old tattered ad on a wall at the train station, and they compared it, and still couldn't recognize me, but I did, and they didn't recognize me Come to make me very sad.At night I was beaten up for lying, every time I spoke.I'm kind of tired of my mates, the bums.In order for them to understand, I figured I'd have to find Edgar, have a new job, and come back to them all dressed up and dressed up. One night, without saying goodbye, I boarded the pickup truck of the medical emergency team.In the car, I was told that from now on the only open employment a woman would get was as a personal assistant or traveling companion.All the perfume shops are closing their doors out of respect for virtue, and I'm worried for the chain store owners.But they told me that if I knew someone in the upper class, I might be able to work as a nanny or a court masseur in a wealthy neighborhood, if only I had to be very beautiful.They feel compelled to speak so clearly, which annoys me a little.They also told me that the medical emergency team was also going to be gone soon and that I had better take advantage of it now, that they would give me warm food and decent clothes.The driver told me that if I want to be a nanny and need to get pregnant, he can provide services.That's when I realized that all was not lost, I could still entertain my own kind, but I couldn't conceive, maybe my passion came at the wrong time, and I couldn't always master the technique well.