Chapter 47 under shell (1)

Manuela didn't hide her joy.Before leaving Paris, Anna Arden assured Violet Grelier that she would be recommended to the new resident.Mr. Ozu, very much respecting the wishes of the widow, who was suffering so much from the sale of his house, agreed to take her in and meet them, as the Grelier family would have been able to find a job in an upscale residence thanks to the help of Anna Arden Not a bad job, but Violet expressed her strong desire to stay in, in her own words, the place where she spent the best time of her life. "Leaving, it's like dying," she once confided to Manuela. "In the end, I can't speak for you, my girl, you have to deal with it yourself."

"I'll fix it myself? Huh!" said Manuela, who, since she read the book at my suggestion, thought of herself as Argenteuil: The French Town, Northwest of Paris . -- Scarlett Scarlett in the translation note, "But in the end, she left, and I was the one who stayed behind!" "Did Mr. Ozu hire you?" I asked. "You wouldn't think that," she said to me. "He's asking me to work twelve hours a week and pay me like a princess!" "Twelve hours!" I said. "What do you want to do?" "I'm leaving Madame Parlier," she replied excitedly, "I'm leaving Madame Parlier."

Because the really good things should be enjoyed. "That's right," she went on, "I'm leaving Mrs. Parlier." We calmly enjoy the good moments that this string of good things brings. "I'm going to make a pot of tea," I said, no longer indulging in my complacency. "Serve the precious white tea to celebrate this important event." "Oh, I forgot," Manuela said, "I brought this." She took a cream-colored silk paper wallet from her bag. I immediately undid the blue velvet belt.Inside are dark chocolate pralines that glisten like black diamonds.

"He pays me 22 euros an hour," Manuela said, setting the tea cup, sitting down again, and politely asking Lev to go out and discover the world. "22 Euros! Can you believe it? Other residents only paid me 8 Euros, 10 Euros, and 11 Euros! This stingy Pallier woman, she only paid me 8 Euros, not only that, she also paid her Disgusting underpants thrown casually under the bed. "He might as well have thrown the dirty panties under the bed," I said with a smile. "Oh, he's not like that," Manuela said, suddenly thinking, "I hope I can do it anyway. Because he has a lot of weird things in his house, you know. Water the plant named 'Junzi'."

Manuela was talking about the Chinese potted plants in Mr. Ozu's house.The plants were all very large and slender without giving off the usual uncomfortable distorted feeling, and when the potted plants were placed in the hall, they felt like they were from another century, The rustling foliage is like a distant forest that disappears in an instant. "I didn't expect this move from the interior decorator," Manuela continued. "Cancel it all, redo it all!" For Manuela, the interior decorator is the celestial being who puts cushions on an expensive sofa and then takes two steps back to admire the effect.

"They're knocking down the walls," she'd told me a week earlier, panting, trotting up the stairs with an oversized broom in her hand -- "you know, now His house is really nice. I wish you could go and see it." "What's the name of his two cats?" I had to divert her in order to avoid and dispel this dangerous whim in Manuela's mind. "Oh, they're so lovely!" she said, looking at Lev sadly. "They're very thin and they walk without a sound, like that."