The orphanage allowed me to take Julia to a restaurant so I could explain to her the story of her mother and I, carefully leaving out anything that had to do with her real occupation (besides her being the star of "Spectacular, Spectacular"). When I was finished up until the point where I found Satine's letter among her things, she looked at me in disbelief.

"So not only do I not know who my father is, my mother who promised me all my life that she would some day return is dead?" "I'm so sorry, darling?" I tried to calm her down. She went on, "Why did you come? You're not my father, you don't have any obligation towards me." "I know Julia, but I want to take you back to Montmarte with me. I want you to have a real home. I know it might not be the best place for a child to grow up but I think you could adjust." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. A perfect stranger just walks into my life, tells me that my mother is dead, and wants to take me to a place I've never even heard of where I would have to start another new life. On the other hand I really didn't like the orphanage, I hadn't made any friends in my year there, and I could finally settle down and at least live where my mother did and maybe learn a little about her. Christian was now looking eagerly at my skeptical face. "I will take care of you," he said, "You have nothing to worry about anymore. I want you to be happy." He looked sincere when he said this but I could tell he was avoiding looking into my eyes when he talked to me. He must have noticed that I caught on because he looked into my eyes and said, "You look so much like your mother, just as beautiful. I could tell you about her, you could see all of her pictures and her belongings. I want you to know her and you can get to know me. Come with me Julia, I'm leaving this totally up to you. I don't want to force you to do anything." I looked at him. He didn't have to come, but he did. He didn't have to let me know about my mother, but he did. He doesn't have to try to help me, but he is. And he wants me. It was a new feeling for me, to actually be wanted. A door was closed when my family died and this is my window. "I'll go"

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We were on a train back to Montmarte and Julia was sleeping in the seat across from me and I couldn't help watching her sleep. It was eerie; I had done the exact same thing when Satine slept. I could just watch her. I was so relieved when she decided to come back with me. Of course I wouldn't make her come. I wasn't her father (though I wanted to be) and I couldn't just walk into her life and start ordering her around the day she hears her mother is gone.
The train had reached our stop at last and we took a cab to my garret. When we reached the door Julia looked frightened. "I know its nothing special, but its not permanent." I coaxed. I opened the door and there were several letters that had been slipped underneath the door. I started to open them and they were all checks. One of them had a letter inside. It read, "Congratulations on your best selling book. It is going world wide; expect many more checks." I sat down by my typewriter so I could try to process what had happened. "What's the matter? Is everything okay?" Julia panicked. "Is everything okay?" I said excitedly, "Everything's wonderful!!!! We're rich!" "What do you mean?" she asked, "My book!!! MY BEST-SELLING BOOK!" Everything was going to be okay.
The next morning I took Julia to Satine's dressing room. I had told her that Satine had been a dancer at the Moulin Rouge but I left out the other stuff and since the club was closing, I wasn't all to concerned with her finding out.
We entered the room Julia was taken aback. She just stared in awe. She picked up a picture of Satine that was on her dresser. "Is this her?" I nodded, "She was beautiful."
Over the next couple of days we went through Satine's things and packed them up to move to our place. We would be moving into a house that I finally had the money for and Satine's things could come with us. Julia and I got along great. We had each other to lean on and both of us could tell we could move on and be happy.