- But what with you? I mean: why the former lover of your mother did he come into our closet?
- I have no idea ...
- This guy talc, he knew you?
- No, I do not think so. We do not we met
- This is not possible. There is indeed a day after school, you've arrived too early and you have caught?
- No, I tell you. My mother watched the grain. We invented this code yellow scarf tied to the window which I have already spoken as he floated like a banner, there was no question that I set foot in the house! Oriel
intervened
- How ironic is it that history. Being kicked out of home. To wait outside in all weather conditions, your mom have completed his business!
- Your mother was in trouble at the time with him? A dark story that suddenly resurface today? Anthony asked, without noticing the remark fell flat Oriel.
- Not that I remember, and then all this is precisely the past. My mother now lives quietly in the countryside with her friend Mireille, and five or six cats. I got the phone recently and everything was fine. No, I do not understand is why is this sock on his foot remained deliberately. And it does not stick with the smell of marmalade.
- The smell of marmalade? could not help saying Oriel increasingly disgusted.
- Yes or toast ... something sweet, caramel, spread all over his body. Remains a product perhaps. But a signature scent, which does not coincide completely with the scent of these socks.
- Good. To sum up. Antoine intervenes by filing noisily on the table, a spoon with which he endlessly tossing his coffee. So we plucked a type, and more or less charred who wears socks with extravagant perfume powder and spices, then we have ...
But Tristan was returned to his inner world. While he sucked her hot coffee Élodie had just reused, he remembered the name of each ingredient used in the visitor's particular mix of fifteen hours. Child, he remembered having written on his notebook, the words: chalk, chalkboard and sponge kitchen of Mom Anouchka. He also drew a huge stewpot, placed on a stove, where a simmering stew smoking. He concluded with these words: smell clean, spicy and very strong. Now, he seized the exact mixture of essential oils: cardamom, cloves, nutmeg, cumin, a few drops of a Cologne-based Penhaligon's rosemary, mixed with a talcum powder sold commercially and scented geranium ... Well is true that he spent too much time in the kitchen of Mom ... Anouchka
- Lizard! Gosh, where is it that you're gone yet? I try to help you and you are spinning adrift, alone on your boat!
Antony's voice tore at his reflection and he left with regret its fragrant world. Back on earth. Reality check.
- What are you saying?
- I referred your smell of marmalade. You have an idea of its origin?
- No. None. But I do not think it's important. Well, on that note, I must leave you. I have an errand to run. Thank you for stopping by Antoine Oriel delighted to have met you.
He got up, regulated the amount of coffee consumed by filing a ticket on the table and, without bothering to recover the money, went off without a word.
- you plant it always like this? asked in a voice stiff Oriel, contemplating the back of Tristan through the door, and disappear quickly in the street.
- Sometimes yes, when he is preoccupied. But usually when it is concocting a new recipe. There I am worried otherwise. I think this story touches a corpse plucked a little too close.
- he still had a weird childhood. You know his story?
- Very little. At the time, the whole neighborhood knew that Lily had relations with some special guests, but we hardly spoke. People knew, but it does not mix. I also think that Lily had the art to be loved by everyone ...
- Lily?
- Yes, the mother of Tristan. I do know that under that name.
- No name. Ms. Lizard?
- No, Lizard is the name he has given himself. The one he threw me when we met years later. When back in France, he decided to open his restaurant.
- Something like, "there's no lizard?
Antoine smiled hesitantly. Remained silent for a few seconds, weighing the pros and cons, and finally chooses to keep his feelings to himself. He noticed a more consensual:
- Why not, I never knew anything, and I do not ask him no more questions about it.
- And tell me ... he has a girlfriend?
- Are you curious? What all these questions about Tristan?
- No, this is not what you think ... but admits he is still disconcerting. A murder, a strange past, and a personal life hidden. A real character drama of Friday night!
- Yes, no doubt ... but I do not want to go beyond this episode for today. Come on, we'll take the air, and as the restaurant is closed for a while, I suggest we catch up on the latest film releases. We viewed everything, even nanars!
- Yeah right, if you want ...
- What enthusiasm! So here's another idea: since you're so curious about the handsome Tristan, I propose that we invite to dinner with you? What do you think? That way, you can try you to pass through the mill, and see if you draw more than I've got all these years. Oriel
did not answer. But a beaming smile, sparkling eyes and turned his face into a radiant sign posting a "yes! "Without a shadow of a doubt. She put on her coat and took the lead, with a light step and waving. Anthony suddenly had some uncertainties about the feelings of Oriel towards him, then promptly drove this idea dark. Oriel was like all the girls: curious, small, voracious gossip and stories, fiction or scabrous. No more complicated than that!
Tristan had no urgent errand to do. He cons by a pressing need to take the air to flush his mind suddenly faced with the smell of toast. That, from the quiet moments and greedy with his mom. This, added with marmalade, crafted by the mother of Anouchka. Then he lashed south toward the river, doubling the Arc de Triomphe "miniature" of the door Saint-Denis in raising a passing gray veil of pigeons in flight, he wondered why suddenly flocked to his memory so much evocative of corona cooking? His brain to unlock multiple identical traps honeyed flavors, without establishing a clear line, while still kept his nose between her eyelashes sensitive, dull and dark aromas of strong coffee. Although at this moment he also identified in a split second, the smell of popcorn with garlic and pigeon droppings, the peppery remugle human urine and butterfat flavors of a fox's tail of alcoholics anonymous. Annoyed, vaguely disgusted, he shut up his nose between his hands and rubbed it with a quick movement and quick, as we pass a sponge over a soiled dishes. He crossed the Boulevard Bonne Nouvelle congested by traffic and, on the threshold of the Rue Saint-Denis, he stopped his walk, looked up and breathed a big gulp of air Parisian metallic and chalky. The breath of his native town brightened, his brain ceased to ride his little bike swift and olfactory library ceased to open and close all drawers. The image of the happy chaos of the nursery in the movie "Mary Poppins" came to him suddenly to mind. Yes, some scents were like the little soldier who tried to escape from his chest, and finally agreed to let the lid close on him, in a final "pouêêt! Tristan
resumed the course of his walk, nose and empty head, towards the dock Goldsmiths, where he had to complete a deposition.
Stay tuned ... ..
- I have no idea ...
- This guy talc, he knew you?
- No, I do not think so. We do not we met
- This is not possible. There is indeed a day after school, you've arrived too early and you have caught?
- No, I tell you. My mother watched the grain. We invented this code yellow scarf tied to the window which I have already spoken as he floated like a banner, there was no question that I set foot in the house! Oriel
intervened
- How ironic is it that history. Being kicked out of home. To wait outside in all weather conditions, your mom have completed his business!
- Your mother was in trouble at the time with him? A dark story that suddenly resurface today? Anthony asked, without noticing the remark fell flat Oriel.
- Not that I remember, and then all this is precisely the past. My mother now lives quietly in the countryside with her friend Mireille, and five or six cats. I got the phone recently and everything was fine. No, I do not understand is why is this sock on his foot remained deliberately. And it does not stick with the smell of marmalade.
- The smell of marmalade? could not help saying Oriel increasingly disgusted.
- Yes or toast ... something sweet, caramel, spread all over his body. Remains a product perhaps. But a signature scent, which does not coincide completely with the scent of these socks.
- Good. To sum up. Antoine intervenes by filing noisily on the table, a spoon with which he endlessly tossing his coffee. So we plucked a type, and more or less charred who wears socks with extravagant perfume powder and spices, then we have ...
But Tristan was returned to his inner world. While he sucked her hot coffee Élodie had just reused, he remembered the name of each ingredient used in the visitor's particular mix of fifteen hours. Child, he remembered having written on his notebook, the words: chalk, chalkboard and sponge kitchen of Mom Anouchka. He also drew a huge stewpot, placed on a stove, where a simmering stew smoking. He concluded with these words: smell clean, spicy and very strong. Now, he seized the exact mixture of essential oils: cardamom, cloves, nutmeg, cumin, a few drops of a Cologne-based Penhaligon's rosemary, mixed with a talcum powder sold commercially and scented geranium ... Well is true that he spent too much time in the kitchen of Mom ... Anouchka
- Lizard! Gosh, where is it that you're gone yet? I try to help you and you are spinning adrift, alone on your boat!
Antony's voice tore at his reflection and he left with regret its fragrant world. Back on earth. Reality check.
- What are you saying?
- I referred your smell of marmalade. You have an idea of its origin?
- No. None. But I do not think it's important. Well, on that note, I must leave you. I have an errand to run. Thank you for stopping by Antoine Oriel delighted to have met you.
He got up, regulated the amount of coffee consumed by filing a ticket on the table and, without bothering to recover the money, went off without a word.
- you plant it always like this? asked in a voice stiff Oriel, contemplating the back of Tristan through the door, and disappear quickly in the street.
- Sometimes yes, when he is preoccupied. But usually when it is concocting a new recipe. There I am worried otherwise. I think this story touches a corpse plucked a little too close.
- he still had a weird childhood. You know his story?
- Very little. At the time, the whole neighborhood knew that Lily had relations with some special guests, but we hardly spoke. People knew, but it does not mix. I also think that Lily had the art to be loved by everyone ...
- Lily?
- Yes, the mother of Tristan. I do know that under that name.
- No name. Ms. Lizard?
- No, Lizard is the name he has given himself. The one he threw me when we met years later. When back in France, he decided to open his restaurant.
- Something like, "there's no lizard?
Antoine smiled hesitantly. Remained silent for a few seconds, weighing the pros and cons, and finally chooses to keep his feelings to himself. He noticed a more consensual:
- Why not, I never knew anything, and I do not ask him no more questions about it.
- And tell me ... he has a girlfriend?
- Are you curious? What all these questions about Tristan?
- No, this is not what you think ... but admits he is still disconcerting. A murder, a strange past, and a personal life hidden. A real character drama of Friday night!
- Yes, no doubt ... but I do not want to go beyond this episode for today. Come on, we'll take the air, and as the restaurant is closed for a while, I suggest we catch up on the latest film releases. We viewed everything, even nanars!
- Yeah right, if you want ...
- What enthusiasm! So here's another idea: since you're so curious about the handsome Tristan, I propose that we invite to dinner with you? What do you think? That way, you can try you to pass through the mill, and see if you draw more than I've got all these years. Oriel
did not answer. But a beaming smile, sparkling eyes and turned his face into a radiant sign posting a "yes! "Without a shadow of a doubt. She put on her coat and took the lead, with a light step and waving. Anthony suddenly had some uncertainties about the feelings of Oriel towards him, then promptly drove this idea dark. Oriel was like all the girls: curious, small, voracious gossip and stories, fiction or scabrous. No more complicated than that!
Tristan had no urgent errand to do. He cons by a pressing need to take the air to flush his mind suddenly faced with the smell of toast. That, from the quiet moments and greedy with his mom. This, added with marmalade, crafted by the mother of Anouchka. Then he lashed south toward the river, doubling the Arc de Triomphe "miniature" of the door Saint-Denis in raising a passing gray veil of pigeons in flight, he wondered why suddenly flocked to his memory so much evocative of corona cooking? His brain to unlock multiple identical traps honeyed flavors, without establishing a clear line, while still kept his nose between her eyelashes sensitive, dull and dark aromas of strong coffee. Although at this moment he also identified in a split second, the smell of popcorn with garlic and pigeon droppings, the peppery remugle human urine and butterfat flavors of a fox's tail of alcoholics anonymous. Annoyed, vaguely disgusted, he shut up his nose between his hands and rubbed it with a quick movement and quick, as we pass a sponge over a soiled dishes. He crossed the Boulevard Bonne Nouvelle congested by traffic and, on the threshold of the Rue Saint-Denis, he stopped his walk, looked up and breathed a big gulp of air Parisian metallic and chalky. The breath of his native town brightened, his brain ceased to ride his little bike swift and olfactory library ceased to open and close all drawers. The image of the happy chaos of the nursery in the movie "Mary Poppins" came to him suddenly to mind. Yes, some scents were like the little soldier who tried to escape from his chest, and finally agreed to let the lid close on him, in a final "pouêêt! Tristan
resumed the course of his walk, nose and empty head, towards the dock Goldsmiths, where he had to complete a deposition.
Stay tuned ... ..
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