Chapter 7
At noon, the boss of the hotel he filed a plate of beans in front of his head stuffed with stories to sleep outside. But this morning was not wanted to leave Frank in disarray, so he begged reasonably.
Tonight firefighters emerged from their barracks for an intervention?
Man, big pale, in pain, wellbeing, happy a bottle near him and a wealthy client signing the check credit card in his side, slurred his flat right in the middle of his skull beaded.
No, I do not! I'll ask.
He went to see his loyal customers leaning on the counter, which clogging up of aperitifs, returned a few minutes later the look impotent.
There was no intervention last night, sir. Why ? You were upset?
No! For nothing. After
, Kaska grabbed her cell and attempted to America. Little Jack Logan was going to be woken during the night, but it mattered little thing, the element of this event surpassed any night rhythm.
I was asleep!
Too bad! I just have one question. The chalet in Gstaad Block, it burned down in what year?
in 2002.
It is rebuilt?
Yes I believe, I believe. Block
Leonard died in the fire is not it?
Absolutely. Firefighters found his charred body.
After that, Frank had nothing to say to him, then hung up. We were in the morning and the man quickly decided to find his room. It bazard all his belongings in his suitcase and fifteen minutes later he found the boss at his desk. This liberal would count one more night to our dear servant, but he bridled when Kaska sent him a good walk off Deutsche.
Franck had parked his rental car near the mountain station, short in front of the store interior, where the cache pots sold for 100 euros each. A street bench, a place to park at 60 euros per day.
When he found the road, he also grabbed his cell phone. The man had to reserve a seat on a flight, leaving only the business classes, but Frank did not share his boss or his colleagues, others might expect, perceive, but perhaps not all understand that his instinct dictated to him, this gift from heaven who sent answers where suddenly became plausible. The road
frayed, the valley was no end to end, bends, potholes, a rain forest and a fluorescent green.
Farther, then, thirty minutes later, the car joined the motorway, the suburbs Berne and finally growing a coffee break at a service station a motorway service area. Ten minutes of relaxation, time to go to the bathroom and found the body bitumen. A full path, clouds at a loss of views and music corner to forget that the world still existed.
Two hours later, Frank finally arrived on the tarmac at Zurich airport. Frank made the keys of his car lease without really complain about the brakes or gearbox, and then spun out his ticket at the counter of the airline. Certainly, during the trip, the phone rang a dozen times and of course he slid down to remember, from canceled his ticket, little Eva, probably mindful of his picturesque behavior in love with a cavalcade.
Everyone is looking for you!
Who?
boss!
Not everyone is boss! Tell him I returned to New York.
But you go to Buenos Aires!
Tell him only that I'm leaving for New York. I'll explain later.
man hung up quickly. The secretary must understand and be silent, or if she wanted to kiss elsewhere. The flight to Madrid was waiting and he had more time to linger here and there. **
At Madrid airport, as agreed, waited Franck two hours. He took the opportunity to buy a souvenir lighter from Real Madrid to the shop. A small free gift for his uncle Tom, who collected these beautiful instruments, arranging them in rows in a glass cabinet.
Kaska also tasted a sandwich sat airport and drank a beer at the expense of the princess. Later he was glad to notice a small number of travelers to Buenos Aires. Short of a scam airlines when the king of idiots decided to go to the most urgent for the end of the world. Inestimable gratitude.
When the plane took off, Franck, heated seat hangs in a grand lux, just remembered few basic principles. Life certainly gave him life, life gave him some time, time to study, work, marry and have babies. After there was nothing left, nothing but a simple life, drinking, eating, transportation, clothes, a house, a bed and a few profitable activities, entertainment unimportant, nothing short of eloquent. A glass of champagne, a casserole in the microwave, the headset for music and dozing free, more or less happy, even if the man sacrificed in his heart, had never been able or dared to confess his love This stealth-faced woman, disappearing into the distance like a mirage or something intangible.
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