13 The womens war (2/2)
”Yes, it's Miss Benson. Tell the cook to prepare 2 portions of the meal prepared for tonight and have them delivered to 28 XXXX XX in Cheirfield. Yes, of course, that foie gras for the first portion will be fine, however, for me it will be a tomato salad with scallops as a starter, thank you.”
”Bitch”
”Bon appétit with your pig. You lost again.”
Mrs. Clifford looks at the back of the plague, which withdraws laughing and swears that one day her body will be buried in the garden. When she thinks about it a second time, she shakes her head. She went to great lengths to make this garden what it is today and it would be a victory in her death to destroy the fruit of her efforts to bury the plague there.
Adam in his shower fears that the two women left alone downstairs are not able to contain themselves and jump to each other's throats while he takes a shower. He would like to go faster, unfortunately this smell is particularly tenacious and Adam may rub, but it has trouble disappearing. Tonight his mind is cluttered with many thoughts. The fight of the 2 furies worries him, but that's not all.
Adam has never socialized with anyone and he sees this party as a kind of insurmountable step to take. Chasing away this already terrifying vision, another much worse one immediately replaces it. For the last two days, Jessica walked him here and there. There were no dead times, so he didn't have a moment to think about it, but the deadline is getting closer and when he went to his room, he couldn't avoid his gaze from landing on his suitcase prepared entirely by Jessica. His heart is racing and his mouth is drying up at the thought of leaving his city, his country and everything he knows to cross an ocean full of danger, without even knowing what awaits him on the other side. In reality Adam is terrified, but he also knows that as long as he does not leave his small comfort zone, his personality will never change, certainly significantly hindering his future personal development.
08h10pm
”A little more Bresse Poultry Supreme with white wine and morel mushrooms, my Adam?”
”How about some spaghetti pork, darling?”
”A little squeezed peach juice this morning, my handsome boyfriend?”
”Do you want your favorite orange juice, my little boy?”
It's not 8:30, but Adam's sick of it. These two women are wearing him out. They go so far as to feed him personally in turn. He has an unbearable stomach pain after eating two full plates and they start again. Adam opens his mouth to talk but already two forks are slipping inside.
”Thief, he's my boyfriend.”
”I carried it in my belly for nine months, so when you will be able to look at a man without blushing, we'll talk about it again, little girl.”