45 "A little piece of pastry?" (2/2)

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After his intense Parisian promotion period, Adam returned to New York where with his painful buttocks, he started again this gruelling exercise, which essentially consists of repeating himself over and over again. In Paris, however, he took advantage of this commercial operation, of which he was the product, to reconcile his past and present by linking them and using the name Roy April, thus doing justice to Adam Clifford.

This life-saving wink to himself, this reconciliation with the present himself and his him from the past, this arm of honour to a great majority of those who were part of it, Adam had not quite measured its significance.

Three hours after her interview in Paris, it was already 08:25pm in Cheirfield when Mrs Clifford, who was peeling a potato, thought she heard many voices coming from the street. Not knowing of any celebrations and thinking it was a little late for a protestation , smiley head cook, potato and knife in hand, Mrs. Clifford quietly walked to the front door to check the cause of the late racket which she appreciated only moderately.

When Mrs. Clifford in housewife mode opened the door, she thought lose sight when a few lost journalists in a lake of city residents represented by a large majority of hysterical high school girls, triggered the flashes of their cameras. Frightened by the collective madness having reached the inhabitants of her city, Mrs. Clifford locked herself at a double trick by cursing this bad kid, whom she knew guilty of her current situation.

The next morning, after a complete and refreshing morning wash that put her in a good mood, Mrs. Clifford had a full breakfast that energized her, with her car keys in her hands, Mrs. Clifford happily walked towards the door to her forward garden, to go to work. After opening the door of her house, she thought she felt her eyes coming out of their orbits, her jaw fell, and she had her breath cut off by the view of her small garden, which differed somewhat from yesterday.

(Adam I love you.)

(Adam, make me a child.)

(Adam, if you kiss me, I promise never to brush my teeth again for the rest of my life.)

On his lawn, about fifty crazy girls, between 14 and 25 years old, had decided during the night to organize a wild sitting and had chained themselves to each other, proclaiming (their love) for his idiot son with the help of signs and large banners that they had previously hung on his house, on his roof, in his tree and on the electric pylons of the neighbourhood.

The police easily dislodged the young girls in love, but the stubborn miss came back 2 hours later 4 times more numerous and started their operation again, thus attracting a new category of less discreet media, in search of sensationalism and increasingly vile gossip that made Mrs Clifford pass as the worst of the shrew. Tired of this nonsense, as soon as her son returned in New York City, Mrs. Clifford temporarily moved at his home where again she was shocked, but did not forget to spank Adam for all the trouble that this bad kid had caused her again.