protect her even after all that’s just happened.
Two and half-hours later, David and Jacques emerged from the jail at the back of the courthouse. Suddenly a car pulled up, ‘Quick! Get in!’ It was David’s younger brother Claude, he was enjoying the attention from the media, it was a first for him but then he was also concerned for David and what effect this would have on him, again another first for Claude – his brother looked terrible.
Both men jumped in the car, the tyres screeched as it sped a way, ‘Where do you want to go, t o the apartment?’ C laude just expected confirmation of what he thought David wanted to do .
‘No, home,’ David could barely speak, with his head bent forward, his eyes closed tightly as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
‘What do you mean? ’ Claude didn’t understand. ‘ Marseille?’
‘Yes,’ turning to his young brother, ‘ how lucky you are ,’ David thought as he attempted a half smile.
Claude quickly glanced at David fully comprehending, ‘I’ll drop Jacques off first, collect Joel and our cases at the apartment then head straight for the airport. Jacques could you phone Joel and tell him to get ready please.’
‘Francoise?’
‘She’s fine, safely back at the hotel and Jacques ensured the security will stop any reporters from pestering her.
No more words were needed between the two brothers.
While Joel waited for his brothers’ arrival, he arranged flight details to Marseille. He was informed of flights the next day but thinking of David’s state of mind and his predictable change of moods, he knew it would be best if they got an immediate flight.
The three brothers were lucky to get seats on a private internal flight to Marseille at 2am. After a long day, Claude and Joel took advantage of th e hour long flight but David couldn’t sleep his emotions were a mixture of sadness, adrenaline, fatigue and worry, as the plane rose from the Charles De Gaulle airport he stared out the window looking at the millions of streetlights below his thoughts were elsewhere.
‘ Pierre and Chantal when will I ever g et to see them again, ’ soon he was leaving for Italy to start making a TV film he would be gone for nearly ten weeks. He couldn’t expect the children to visit him there sometimes filming lasted 10 to 12 hours per day, a ll going well and with the contract signed, around five days later he would be leaving for Columbia for an American backed movie.
Continuing to stare out the window as the plane flew over Paris, the city was still alive with its lights glowing, moving. But suddenly it was gone, hidden by the clouds, ‘ like my family is now gone ,’ sighing to himself with tears starting to flow down his cheeks.
Chapter 6
Marseille - Gabrielle Corvasieur carried out her daily chores with her usual brusqueness but her thoughts were in Paris, it was 2.30pm. Finishing washing the worktop for the third time she shouted down to her husband, ‘What’s happening, why can’t some body telephone us?’ her normally laid back character was losing its patience.
‘Quiet woman! We’ll get a call when something happens and there is news to tell ,’ Jean-Pierre shouted back as he was sketching in his workshop below. At least he was trying to sketch – but more errors were showing up on what should be a simple outline on the paper. ‘ I’ve never had this trouble before, ’ he thought to himself, ‘ but then I’ve never had a son get divorced before. ’ He sighed, ‘why won’t someone call?’ he wiped his brow as the feeling of exhaustion crept into his bones and now regretting how he snapped at Gabrielle. ‘ But it was the fourth time she has shouted down the same question to me. I’ll go up and join her as soon as I’ve finished this, ’ his weather-beaten dark face trying desperately to concentrate insisting that his normally natural artistic ability flow to his hands and onto the page pegged to his
Two and half-hours later, David and Jacques emerged from the jail at the back of the courthouse. Suddenly a car pulled up, ‘Quick! Get in!’ It was David’s younger brother Claude, he was enjoying the attention from the media, it was a first for him but then he was also concerned for David and what effect this would have on him, again another first for Claude – his brother looked terrible.
Both men jumped in the car, the tyres screeched as it sped a way, ‘Where do you want to go, t o the apartment?’ C laude just expected confirmation of what he thought David wanted to do .
‘No, home,’ David could barely speak, with his head bent forward, his eyes closed tightly as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
‘What do you mean? ’ Claude didn’t understand. ‘ Marseille?’
‘Yes,’ turning to his young brother, ‘ how lucky you are ,’ David thought as he attempted a half smile.
Claude quickly glanced at David fully comprehending, ‘I’ll drop Jacques off first, collect Joel and our cases at the apartment then head straight for the airport. Jacques could you phone Joel and tell him to get ready please.’
‘Francoise?’
‘She’s fine, safely back at the hotel and Jacques ensured the security will stop any reporters from pestering her.
No more words were needed between the two brothers.
While Joel waited for his brothers’ arrival, he arranged flight details to Marseille. He was informed of flights the next day but thinking of David’s state of mind and his predictable change of moods, he knew it would be best if they got an immediate flight.
The three brothers were lucky to get seats on a private internal flight to Marseille at 2am. After a long day, Claude and Joel took advantage of th e hour long flight but David couldn’t sleep his emotions were a mixture of sadness, adrenaline, fatigue and worry, as the plane rose from the Charles De Gaulle airport he stared out the window looking at the millions of streetlights below his thoughts were elsewhere.
‘ Pierre and Chantal when will I ever g et to see them again, ’ soon he was leaving for Italy to start making a TV film he would be gone for nearly ten weeks. He couldn’t expect the children to visit him there sometimes filming lasted 10 to 12 hours per day, a ll going well and with the contract signed, around five days later he would be leaving for Columbia for an American backed movie.
Continuing to stare out the window as the plane flew over Paris, the city was still alive with its lights glowing, moving. But suddenly it was gone, hidden by the clouds, ‘ like my family is now gone ,’ sighing to himself with tears starting to flow down his cheeks.
Chapter 6
Marseille - Gabrielle Corvasieur carried out her daily chores with her usual brusqueness but her thoughts were in Paris, it was 2.30pm. Finishing washing the worktop for the third time she shouted down to her husband, ‘What’s happening, why can’t some body telephone us?’ her normally laid back character was losing its patience.
‘Quiet woman! We’ll get a call when something happens and there is news to tell ,’ Jean-Pierre shouted back as he was sketching in his workshop below. At least he was trying to sketch – but more errors were showing up on what should be a simple outline on the paper. ‘ I’ve never had this trouble before, ’ he thought to himself, ‘ but then I’ve never had a son get divorced before. ’ He sighed, ‘why won’t someone call?’ he wiped his brow as the feeling of exhaustion crept into his bones and now regretting how he snapped at Gabrielle. ‘ But it was the fourth time she has shouted down the same question to me. I’ll go up and join her as soon as I’ve finished this, ’ his weather-beaten dark face trying desperately to concentrate insisting that his normally natural artistic ability flow to his hands and onto the page pegged to his
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