Here, a young girl.
Valery Larbaud could have said that if he had lived in Montmartre and had come across the heroine of
Seize Printemps
.
Suzanne knows that adolescence is that time when nobody looks like you enough to understand you.
There are the parents, yes, who are amazing, the breakfasts that we eat with them before heading off to class.
There are the girlfriends, of course.
They are all the same.
At the cafe, Suzanne thinks of something else in front of her Coke.
The boys from her high school?
Don't talk to him about it.
Have you seen them, these bundles, rolling machines in the evenings, wriggling in red lights, a can in your hand?
Chance is clever.
Thanks to him, she pushes the door of the Théâtre de l'Atelier.
We rehearse a play called
The Actors of Good Faith
.
Marivaux is not there for nothing.
It sheds light on the point.
The kid spots the main actor.
She is hesitating.
Rightly so: he's older than her.
Otherwise, he likes everything about him.
He has the beard of sores, a tie
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