voice that envelops everything; itâs nice and some of the bad vibe of the evening dissipates.
âI feel pretty shit,â says Delphine, who has turned red, and looks fatter than Solange has ever noticed. âDo you want to go for a walk?â
Right now Iâm dancing.
âCome on, my boyfriend gave me some dope.â
This is the moment to absorb the fact that Delphine smokes , and that she has a boyfriend . The moment to observe Delphine rolling a joint . On the terrace opposite the rose garden and the tennis courts. Under the dazzling white moon. Using a cassette case to mix and cut the tobacco.
Youâre so introverted. But we had a good talk last time, didnât we. I told you everything. (That she was going out with a fireman.)
Delphine seems bored. âFood and sex are two things that shouldnât exist,â she declares.
Right, so sheâs already done it. The conciergeâs daughter smokes and has already done it.
âWhat do you think Iâve got to look forward to?â
Delphine asks her, passing her the joint.
What should she say? Is it a real question, like in a horoscope? Or just a statement: nothing? She takes a drag and itâs good, better than her Kools, and the effect is a bit stronger.
âLike even you,â Delphine continues, âyouâll have more than I will. You can tell straight away. The proof is, like, you donât even know what I mean.â
And from this perspective, in the evening light, in front of this fabulous garden, Delphine is almost beautiful, deep, unusual (if you ignore the âlike even youâ and the âlike, you donât evenâ, in fact if you ignore what comes out of her mouth).
Christian and Rose are kissing on a couch. Itâs disgusting. Being jealous would be really humiliating. A total waste of time, for a feeling that is just not worth it , that is completely degrading.
Look nonchalant. Like an air hostess.
A degrading feeling, quite simply degrading.
Lætitia is kissing a guy too. Sheâs wearing a dress. The girlâs wearing a dress. Full and flowing, with a belt made of big gold chains. She (Solange) would look like a grandmother if she wore it, but Lætitia looks amazingly hot in it. So weird. Her legs are as thin as her arms, and sheâs wearing opaque stockings, theyâre perfect, and the guyâs arm is going up and down them. You canât tell if his hand is at the top, at the bottom, in front, behind, itâs winding around, itâs grazing the bare part of her thigh. The music (someone has put Sade back on) is coming out of those fingers playing on those stockings. Stockings , the girlâs wearing stockings, which are staying up by themselves, a black band on a white thigh under a black dress, appearing, disappearing, white, black, thigh, dress, the hand moves onto the band of lace, the girl gets up followed by the guy with his wandering fingers and wild eyes, they disappear into the rolling shadows.
âTheyâre going to fuck,â someone says in her ear. A guy who drags on a joint and passes it to her. âEvery party she goes upstairs with someone. There are so many bedrooms up there.â
Heâs older than her. More like Year Ten or Eleven. Black eyelashes and green eyes. She takes a drag of the joint and steps back a bit (nonchalantly). The glow of the dress is still floating in the shadows, the flash of the chains on the big belt, the hand of the suitor tracing curves and crowning her, Lætitia, the happy one, the princess upstairs who devours them all with kisses.
âDo you know what they call her?â
Lætitia dâUrbide?
âYeahâ¦â He inhales deeply on the joint and holds his breath, like youâre supposed to.
I donât know. Læti?
He laughs. He laughs with his mouth open, without a sound, for a long time. As if sheâs said something cute. âCheap Carpet.â He expels it with the smoke.