Tram 83
“REQUIEM AND MALINGEAU, OR WHEN TWO CROOKS DRINK TO EACH OTHER’S HEALTH.
Tram 83, interior.
In the background, a saxophonist performing a solo.
Center-forward, the young ladies of Avignon in their vestal robes eyeing up all the masculine clients.
Left-back, the Chinese tourists.
Far-left, the Indo-European tourists.
Front door, the busgirl with fat lips and her colonial-infantry patter.
Leaning on the bar, Requiem and Ferdinand Malingeau.
“It’s been suggested that you’re chasing after me.”
“Mayb...e.”
“What do you want with me?”
“Stop raiding my henhouse.”
“You should go see a marabout.”
“I’ve heard you’d like to publish Lucien’s writings.”
“What’s that got to do with you?”
“I forbid it.”
“By what right?”
“I have no explanation to give you. It’s thanks to me that Lucien’s here in town. I used all of my influence to get the bastard out of that Back-Country cesspit. He’s under my guardianship and I won’t tell you twice.”
“My dear friend, you are quite mad.”MoreLess
Tram 83, interior.
In the background, a saxophonist performing a solo.
Center-forward, the young ladies of Avignon in their vestal robes eyeing up all the masculine clients.
Left-back, the Chinese tourists.
Far-left, the Indo-European tourists.
Front door, the busgirl with fat lips and her colonial-infantry patter.
Leaning on the bar, Requiem and Ferdinand Malingeau.
“It’s been suggested that you’re chasing after me.”
“Mayb...e.”
“What do you want with me?”
“Stop raiding my henhouse.”
“You should go see a marabout.”
“I’ve heard you’d like to publish Lucien’s writings.”
“What’s that got to do with you?”
“I forbid it.”
“By what right?”
“I have no explanation to give you. It’s thanks to me that Lucien’s here in town. I used all of my influence to get the bastard out of that Back-Country cesspit. He’s under my guardianship and I won’t tell you twice.”
“My dear friend, you are quite mad.”MoreLess
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