At the caf
They are to be found at the far right hand corner; perhaps two or three, perhaps seven or eight.
There is Eugene, very spry, served as a volunteer in the French war in Indochina. He likes women and they seem to like him. In ten seconds he can get any woman smiling. There is Yves, used to run a drapery shop, likes women too, but has slowed down since his last marriage. Spent three years in the Algerian war. There is Alain, a physics teacher, speaks a little English. Always looking for the perfect woman. He likes the English. There is Andr, was with a Tunisien colonial regiment in Indochina, likes his Masonic meetings, always at the theatre. But he has been missing for some weeks. Is he at his apartment in Arcachon? But he had to go to the clinique for a minor operation. It is a little worrying when friends don’t show up.
There is Michelle, who talks little and Nicole who says even less. Ah! but there is Jacqueline who with her sharp tongue makes up for both of them. Sadly Marguerite who has been part of the furniture for as long as I can remember can’t make it any more, and there is Daniel, Raymond, Jacques etc.
I am the only...