my moon, my sun

5

Only a few minutes left of our journey to the hotel my father is blackout cold. He's been that asleep for most of the journey, leaving just us in the front seat.

I couldn't believe this. I could speak to her and she had no other thing to do but talk back, I turned the radio all the way down on the motor way, because, she had to keep her eyes on the road. She wasn't allowed to turn it back up, or even look at it. Her hands needed to stay on the wheel.

We spoke about all things.

What do you think happens when you die? I asked.
You get put in the earth. She would respond.
Your body does, but what happens to your soul. I asked.
It goes to Sheol. She responds.
So you believe in God? I asked.
Yes. She responds.
So you're religious? I asked.
I'm Jewish. She responds.

I wanted to ask her every question in the book, including, do you like women? Have you ever slept with a women?

But all I could do was watch her hands, slowly turn the wheel, pushing up the indication, to go into another lane.The wierd hand thing she did when she thanks someone who let her through, or in front of them on the road. It's quite silly, but it's so beautiful. Everything she does is beautiful.

"What is that hand motion!?" I laughed.

"It's probably an American thing, seems like the French don't have manners."

"Looks like you didn't do the correct research to drive on French roads. I wouldn't put it past you if you start driving on the wrong side of the road." I laugh.

"Haha your so funny." She was always sarcastic to me, which made me feel like a proper grown up. Unlike everyone else, they treat me like a baby. But she speaks to me, banters with me like I'm her age. Maybe that's how she saw me.

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My father spoke to the woman at the desk with anger. He seemed furious.

"je sais. I know." He said.

"alors si vous le savez si bien, pourquoi entrer et essayer de changer le nombre de chambres que vous avez réservées. so if you know that so well, why go in and try to change the number of rooms you have booked." The women shouted back.

"parce que ma femme m'a fait amener ma fille. Je ne savais pas que j'avais besoin de deux chambres ! because my wife made me bring my daughter. Didn't know I needed two bedrooms!"

"comment est-ce ma faute !? How is it my fault!?"

"Je n'ai pas dit que c'était ta putain de faute! I didn't say it was your fucking fault!"

"langue monsieur, il y a des enfants. Language sir, there are children about." Shes calmer now, but my father could burst.

"puis-je s'il vous plaît avoir une autre chambre s'il vous plaît.lit simple. Je n'ai même pas besoin de salle de bain. s'il te plaît. can i please have another room please.single bed. I don't even need a bathroom. please."

"monsieur je suis désolé- sir Im sorry-" the women says, but my father cuts her off.

"J'ai voyagé une heure pour être ici. et ma femme m'a forcé à emmener notre fille. et j'ai dormi dans le même lit que ma fille ? s'il vous plaît laissez-moi un peu de mou et donnez-moi une autre chambre. je paierai le double ! I traveled an hour to be here. and my wife forced me to take our daughter. and I slept in the same bed as my daughter? please give me a little slack and give me another room. I will pay double!"

"cette femme est-elle ta femme ? is this woman your wife?" She points at Laurie. My dad sighs.

"non mais- no but-" She cuts him of this time.