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“Julien only studies up there, but Michel is going to be bringing in<br />
money”, he retorted.<br />
“You’re just walking all over that boy,” she disapproved.<br />
“All right, I’ll ask him what he thinks.” Julien, who was studying law up<br />
in the attic, had no problem with making room for his eldest brother, as it<br />
turned out, and he moved back into his former room, along with his <strong>book</strong>s.<br />
His older brother’s presence was good for him too; he could now help him<br />
translate texts. All’s well that ends well. Michel was happy to see his<br />
family again; his last visit had been a year ago, and he observed the<br />
familiar goings-on with a broadened mind. His little brothers had grown<br />
into strapping lads and were about to leave the nest and go out into the<br />
wide world. Bertrand wanted to be a carpenter. Most of the woodwork in<br />
the house was made by him. He definitely didn’t want to be a notary like<br />
his father, “because he has a deformed forehead from all that brainwork”,<br />
he claimed. Father did indeed have a strange forehead: it was flat, high and<br />
stuck way out. His hands, by contrast, were exceptionally nicely shaped.<br />
In addition, Jacques was a bit stuffy; he always considered everything in<br />
the minutest detail. His wife was more in touch with her intuition. Michel<br />
noticed for the first time what an attractive woman his mother was. She<br />
had a great figure, beautiful, warm eyes and long shiny brown hair, which<br />
she usually wore up. It was a pity that she was a bit too trusting with<br />
strangers; a few times, money had disappeared in her presence. Father, on<br />
the other hand, had a healthy dose of suspicion in that regard, so the two<br />
completed each other quite well. <strong>The</strong> other brothers, Hector and Antoine<br />
didn’t know what they were going to do yet.<br />
“I know: I’m going to make some matzo,” Reynière said breezily in<br />
reaction to all the heavy plans for the future. “Want to help me, Michel?<br />
<strong>The</strong>n you could tell me what you’ve been up to in Montpellier at the same<br />
time,” and the young physician willingly went with her. In the kitchen they<br />
mixed water with some flour.<br />
“Okay, tell me,” she commanded, and her son began to tell her all about<br />
his student days.<br />
“Oops, I still have to stoke the fire in the back garden,” she interrupted<br />
him. “You go ahead and start kneading; I’ll be right back.” A few minutes<br />
later, she returned, covered in soot and Michel continued his narrative, as<br />
if he hadn’t noticed anything. Many college stories later the scent of the<br />
unleavened bread filled the whole house. Father cut the crunchy matzo at<br />
the table and in this way they celebrated the homecoming of their<br />
successful son.<br />
“Would you visit a sick acquaintance of mine?” Jacques asked afterwards.<br />
“That’s the city chirurgeon’s job, isn’t it?” Michel asked.<br />
“Well, I don’t have a lot of faith in him. Mr. Delblonde’s health is steadily<br />
declining.”<br />
“Okay, I’ll go and have a look,” his son promised.<br />
“By the way, the municipality of Arles is looking for a physician,”<br />
Reynière just remembered. “You should go and apply there.”<br />
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