4 (french) Werber, Bernard

improvised a scorched omelette with shallots. I’m not great
and cook the omelette turned slightly overcooked but
Amandine did not care.
- You, Michael, you’re the only man who understands me
Really? I hated this kind of sentence. Bowing his head, took
off quietly a few pieces of eggshell that I had left
inadvertently fall into the dish.
I arranged two of my best dishes on the table the kitchen.
Mechanically, she sat down. I shared the omelette carefully
in half. Amandine stood there, staring without seeing his
portion.
- You do not eat? I asked. It is however if unsuccessful. - I
believe it is delicious, it is not ca I am not hungry, she
sighed. She took my hand and stared at me with sad puppy
Wet abandoned.
- Poor Michael … As I bore you with stories my heart … I
looked at her, she was even more beautiful when she was
sad. That evening, I had to listen in detail the whole story of
his love affair with Raoul. As it was sweet as he was full of
initiatives and attentive. I told me that he was the man of her
life, and that she never been so in love. I replied that it
should not to worry, Stefania was an adventure, he would
up back at her.
I did not understand how a man could not be madly in love