Le perle<\/i><\/p>\n
Le rubis<\/i><\/p>\n
Millis was sitting in the corner of the room on a worn settee<\/p>\n
She was drunk and had been drinking heavily since she returned from her grandmother\u2019s funeral<\/p>\n
The chain which swept down over your once ivory throat <\/i><\/p>\n
Will never as it used to do adorn your breasts<\/i><\/p>\n
Your breasts will no longer smell of the cedars\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Nor will they be fragrant with the perfumes of Sheba<\/i><\/p>\n
Dottie sat on the arm of the settee and ran her fingers through Millis\u2019s raven hair<\/p>\n
The perfumes of Sheba<\/i><\/p>\n
Oui<\/i><\/p>\n
Les pafums de Sabee<\/i><\/p>\n
Would you speak English to me<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0You know my French is poor<\/i><\/p>\n
Very well<\/i><\/p>\n
Make that your last drink<\/i><\/p>\n
No I will have many more<\/i><\/p>\n
Then you will end up in hospital<\/i><\/p>\n
I never thought that I would lose her<\/i><\/p>\n
All of us were shocked<\/i><\/p>\n
Oui<\/i><\/p>\n
One day she was here and the next she was dead<\/i><\/p>\n
If I could lay my hands on that driver<\/i><\/p>\n
No do not think about him<\/i><\/p>\n
I am probably glad that she died in an accident<\/i><\/p>\n
Dottie stood up and glared at her friend<\/p>\n
That is a dreadful thing to say she was the kindest woman I have ever met<\/i><\/p>\n
But she was decaying<\/i><\/p>\n
She was getting old<\/i><\/p>\n
She was decaying<\/i><\/p>\n
I was glad that she died suddenly and was not allowed to decay<\/i><\/p>\n
It was a hit and run somebody hit your grandmother then he or she drove off with your grandmother dead in the road<\/i><\/p>\n
They are my heroes<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0I worship them<\/i><\/p>\n
You are drunk Millis and are becoming offensive<\/i><\/p>\n
She died a pure death and was not allowed to decay you must see that<\/i><\/p>\n
She died in pain on a wet dark winter road<\/i><\/p>\n
She died instantly<\/i><\/p>\n
She experienced no pain<\/i><\/p>\n
And you have just buried her<\/i><\/p>\n
I have no mother<\/i><\/p>\n
My father is a bastard<\/i><\/p>\n
I am a solitary child<\/i><\/p>\n
I have no brothers or sisters<\/i><\/p>\n
You have me<\/i><\/p>\n
You are my sister and I love you<\/i><\/p>\n
You know that well<\/i><\/p>\n
I can do two things-<\/i><\/p>\n
Et vos visages detteints<\/i><\/p>\n
De leur naturel albatre<\/i><\/p>\n
N\u2019auront souci que leurs teints<\/i><\/p>\n
Soient peintures de cinabre<\/i><\/p>\n
I can make a pot of coffee<\/i><\/p>\n
You do not make pots of coffee<\/i><\/p>\n
Well I make pots of coffee<\/i><\/p>\n
Or I can put on my coat and leave you to drink yourself into a stupor<\/i><\/p>\n
Then fuck off Dottie if you do not love me<\/i><\/p>\n
Friends are meant to love each other<\/i><\/p>\n
I love you Millis but you are not giving me much of a chance<\/i><\/p>\n
You should cry and let it all out<\/i><\/p>\n
Cowards cry<\/i><\/p>\n
Why should I cry when I am bathed in happiness?<\/i><\/p>\n
I am glad that my grandmother is dead I hated watching her decay<\/i><\/p>\n
I am going to make coffee<\/i><\/p>\n
So you are going to make coffee<\/i><\/p>\n
You are going to drink the coffee I make and I am going to empty the remainder of that bottle down the sink<\/i><\/p>\n
There are many other bottles<\/i><\/p>\n
Unopened<\/i><\/p>\n
I can open bottles you know<\/i><\/p>\n
They will remain unopened<\/i><\/p>\n
You will drink the coffee and in about an hour you will vomit in the toilet<\/i><\/p>\n
But I will be with you ensuring that your raven hair is not soiled<\/i><\/p>\n
It will be better in the morning<\/i><\/p>\n
Millis leaned forward to pick up the half empty glass<\/p>\n
See the glass is half empty<\/i><\/p>\n
No Millis if you drink from that glass I will leave you to gloat in your own rottenness<\/i><\/p>\n
Very well give me a coffee<\/i><\/p>\n
I will drink your fucking coffee<\/i><\/p>\n
You are so straight so fucking boring<\/i><\/p>\n
Many good people lose people who are dear to them and they do not react the way you have<\/i><\/p>\n
You are disgusting at times<\/i><\/p>\n
I tried to understand you and be with you as I felt you needed me<\/i><\/p>\n
But you celebrate in your own squalor<\/i><\/p>\n
You do not try<\/i><\/p>\n
\u00a0My mother died she was all I had<\/i><\/p>\n
My father had fucked off and I was on my own<\/i><\/p>\n
A solitary child<\/i><\/p>\n
But she was there<\/i><\/p>\n
She was always there<\/i><\/p>\n
And now she is dead killed by a complete stranger<\/i><\/p>\n
Sit next to me<\/i><\/p>\n
I feel so lonely<\/i><\/p>\n
I will not drink<\/i><\/p>\n
Stay with me<\/i><\/p>\n
You are my only friend<\/i><\/p>\n
You ask for nothing in return<\/i><\/p>\n
You are so uncomplicated<\/i><\/p>\n
I am sorry if I made you cry<\/i><\/p>\n
I cannot cry<\/i><\/p>\n
I have never been able to cry<\/i><\/p>\n
I did not cry when my mother died<\/i><\/p>\n
Truthfully I was a little relived<\/i><\/p>\n
Her death was obscene<\/i><\/p>\n
It destroyed my faith<\/i><\/p>\n
I cursed the Virgin<\/i><\/p>\n
And I cannot cry now<\/i><\/p>\n
I would give anything to weep fully<\/i><\/p>\n
But I cannot cry<\/i><\/p>\n
Please weep for me<\/i><\/p>\n
When filled with anguish with all freedom torn from us with sobs and moaning we shall end our lives<\/i><\/p>\n
Are you making that up as you go along<\/i><\/p>\n
Making what up?<\/i><\/p>\n
The lines of poetry you are quoting<\/i><\/p>\n
No it is not mine<\/i><\/p>\n
It is quite beautiful<\/i><\/p>\n
I know my grandmother taught me these lines and many others<\/i><\/p>\n
Was the poet famous<\/i><\/p>\n
Not as a poet but more as a dramatist he was only an occasional poet<\/i><\/p>\n
What was his name<\/i><\/p>\n
Robert Garnier his name was Robert Garnier<\/i><\/p>\n
He is well known in my country<\/i><\/p>\n
As she finished her sentence Millis lurched forward and vomited into the tiled fireplace<\/p>\n
Get it out I can clean it up later after I see to you<\/i><\/p>\n
Breathe slowly do not panic\u00a0\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n
Are you finished?<\/i><\/p>\n
Or is there any more to come up?<\/i><\/p>\n
Get rid of it Millis<\/i><\/p>\n
There is no more<\/i><\/p>\n
Then I will take you to the bathroom and clean you up<\/i><\/p>\n
I will stay with you<\/i><\/p>\n
You will not be left alone<\/i><\/p>\n
Look Dottie look at the fireplace it is covered in rubies and pearls<\/i><\/p>\n
The jewels of my madness<\/i><\/p>\n
Le perle<\/i><\/p>\n
Le rubis<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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