5. FEELINGS AND CONFESSIONS
John entered the half-empty café and closed the door. He smiled at James and went to his table. James Stewart had the green eyes of his brother, but the natured had given him blond hair and very pale skin. He was thin since a little boy and with the time it seemed like his flesh was disappearing. The young man had elegant fingers, which was natural for one piano player. Now he was holding a cup of tea and cigar.
"Hey, I knew I would find you here. How are you?" John asked, sitting on the uncomfortable chair. "How is your new job?"
"It's fine, but I think I have to ask you." James replied seriously, staring at his old friend's face. "Where have you been for so long time? We thought you have died. Oh, you are looking awful."
"Wait, wait a minute. I've got so many things to tell you. You'll never believe what happened a week ago!"
And he told James with great excitement about all events through the past time. The latter one was listening carefully. He didn't remember when his friend got this glitter in the eyes. Oh, everything was clear.
"And you don't know anything about this woman? John, she could be anyone. This situation is strange. Is she that beautiful?"
"You won't believe when you see her. The same thought of her makes something in me shiver. Satine is. divine. That's the exact word describing her. Like an angel. This is the first time I can't take my eyes from one woman. And when our eyes meet. the whole world disappears."
"You are in love with her." James concluded. "Do you know what I think about this? You are mad! As I told you she could be anyone. May be Satine has got husband and family who are worried about her.
"And they have left her like this?"
"May be she had left them. What if she is trying to escape and lie you? Are you sure you'll like her past?"
"I came to you to confess and hear your advice. And you make me feel twice more confused. For God's sake, James, you sound as your father! This is real love we bot are dreaming since we were boys. Did you remember? All we need is love."
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to upset you." James looked down wrapping his hands around the cup. "Just, you are my friend and I don't want you to suffer. But what are you planning to do?"
"I don't know." John ran hands through his hair with almost despaired looking. It reminded him that her memory was refreshing. "I'm not sure I want to know about her past. What if she leaves me? I even can't tell her how I feel. I'm not sure what to do."
"You need to know her past, John, because even if Satine doesn't remember, there will come time when you have to face it."
"That's right!" John's voice was soaked with bitterness.
"Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't we send letter for Christian in France? He must know the French Bohemian and if they have heard about this woman?"
"Hmmm. why not?" The artist smiled a bit sad, but decided to think of something else. "By the way how is your brother? I haven't received anything from him."
"I know as much as you. The last letter said that his play "Spectacular, Spectacular" would be released. Do you know.? I think I'll move away from here. We are too grown to stay at home, no matter that we live on our own and we are independent. So strange, he is the youngest of us but first rebelled in real way. If everything is ok with your lady, you might come with me in France."
"Good idea. but a lot of things should be cleared. Thanks for everything, James.
"Hey, what are the friends for? Just. be careful, John. The situation is quite complicated."
"No one knows that better than me."
John entered the half-empty café and closed the door. He smiled at James and went to his table. James Stewart had the green eyes of his brother, but the natured had given him blond hair and very pale skin. He was thin since a little boy and with the time it seemed like his flesh was disappearing. The young man had elegant fingers, which was natural for one piano player. Now he was holding a cup of tea and cigar.
"Hey, I knew I would find you here. How are you?" John asked, sitting on the uncomfortable chair. "How is your new job?"
"It's fine, but I think I have to ask you." James replied seriously, staring at his old friend's face. "Where have you been for so long time? We thought you have died. Oh, you are looking awful."
"Wait, wait a minute. I've got so many things to tell you. You'll never believe what happened a week ago!"
And he told James with great excitement about all events through the past time. The latter one was listening carefully. He didn't remember when his friend got this glitter in the eyes. Oh, everything was clear.
"And you don't know anything about this woman? John, she could be anyone. This situation is strange. Is she that beautiful?"
"You won't believe when you see her. The same thought of her makes something in me shiver. Satine is. divine. That's the exact word describing her. Like an angel. This is the first time I can't take my eyes from one woman. And when our eyes meet. the whole world disappears."
"You are in love with her." James concluded. "Do you know what I think about this? You are mad! As I told you she could be anyone. May be Satine has got husband and family who are worried about her.
"And they have left her like this?"
"May be she had left them. What if she is trying to escape and lie you? Are you sure you'll like her past?"
"I came to you to confess and hear your advice. And you make me feel twice more confused. For God's sake, James, you sound as your father! This is real love we bot are dreaming since we were boys. Did you remember? All we need is love."
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to upset you." James looked down wrapping his hands around the cup. "Just, you are my friend and I don't want you to suffer. But what are you planning to do?"
"I don't know." John ran hands through his hair with almost despaired looking. It reminded him that her memory was refreshing. "I'm not sure I want to know about her past. What if she leaves me? I even can't tell her how I feel. I'm not sure what to do."
"You need to know her past, John, because even if Satine doesn't remember, there will come time when you have to face it."
"That's right!" John's voice was soaked with bitterness.
"Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't we send letter for Christian in France? He must know the French Bohemian and if they have heard about this woman?"
"Hmmm. why not?" The artist smiled a bit sad, but decided to think of something else. "By the way how is your brother? I haven't received anything from him."
"I know as much as you. The last letter said that his play "Spectacular, Spectacular" would be released. Do you know.? I think I'll move away from here. We are too grown to stay at home, no matter that we live on our own and we are independent. So strange, he is the youngest of us but first rebelled in real way. If everything is ok with your lady, you might come with me in France."
"Good idea. but a lot of things should be cleared. Thanks for everything, James.
"Hey, what are the friends for? Just. be careful, John. The situation is quite complicated."
"No one knows that better than me."