This Sunday evening at dinner, François announced that he would be absent from Tuesday morning to late Wednesday afternoon because he must return to Metz for an inventory of national works entrusted to the decentralized Pompidou museum. I told him that I was delighted that Florian was there for his internship because it would prevent me from having dinner alone as I am used to when he is away. Once in our room, François explains to me the ploy he invented to see if his nephew would try to take advantage of the opportunity.On Tuesday evening, during our one-to-one dinner, we discuss various things with Florian then, once the dishes are done and after watching the 8:00 p.m. newspaper together on TV, I tell him that I'm going to bed because my working day was particularly exhausting. Once in my room, I put on my new nightie, chosen by my nephew, and I slip under the duvet. I just have to wait for François to launch his plan. Around 9:30 p.m., I hear Florian's phone ringing and I hear him answer. I know it was François who just called him. He will tell her that he forgot a catalog of works of art in the apartment and that he absolutely needs certain references for a meeting the next day. He will add that he tried to reach me but that I certainly cut my phone as I do every night and that calling on the landline would be useless with the sleeping pills I take. Now I know he is asking Florian to see if the catalog in question is on his desk in the living room. Florian is going to go see and tell him that there is nothing. François will then remember that he leafed through it in bed last night at home and certainly forgot it on his bedside table. So he is now telling him to go to our room, not to wake me up, to light the little lamp on the right when entering and to see if the catalog is where he thinks it is. I pretend to be asleep and here is the door that opens, the lamp comes on and Florian silently approaches the bed. I hear him say in a low voice to François "Yes, the catalog is there!" ". Then, after delicately seated on the edge of the bed, he communicates to her, always taking care not to speak too loudly, the references of the works that François asks of him. It lasts well five minutes during which François flips through the catalog and communicates figures. Finally, I hear him say "Good evening Francois, see you tomorrow" before silence returns to the room. not to wake up, turn on the little lamp on the right as I enter and see if the catalog is where he thinks it is. I pretend to be asleep and here is the door that opens, the lamp comes on and Florian silently approaches the bed. I hear him say in a low voice to François "Yes, the catalog is there!" ". Then, after delicately seated on the edge of the bed, he communicates to her, always taking care not to speak too loudly, the references of the works that François asks of him. It lasts well five minutes during which François flips through the catalog and communicates figures. Finally, I hear him say "Good evening Francois, see you tomorrow" before silence returns to the room. not to wake up, turn on the little lamp on the right as I enter and see if the catalog is where he thinks it is. I pretend to be asleep and here is the door that opens, the lamp comes on and Florian silently approaches the bed. I hear him say in a low voice to François "Yes, the catalog is there!" ". Then, after delicately seated on the edge of the bed, he communicates to her, always taking care not to speak too loudly, the references of the works that François asks of him. It lasts well five minutes during which François flips through the catalog and communicates figures. Finally, I hear him say "Good evening Francois, see you tomorrow" before silence returns to the room. I pretend to be asleep and here is the door that opens, the lamp comes on and Florian silently approaches the bed. I hear him say in a low voice to François "Yes, the catalog is there!" ". Then, after delicately seated on the edge of the bed, he communicates to her, always taking care not to speak too loudly, the references of the works that François asks of him. It lasts well five minutes during which François flips through the catalog and communicates figures. Finally, I hear him say "Good evening Francois, see you tomorrow" before silence returns to the room. I pretend to be asleep and here is the door that opens, the lamp comes on and Florian silently approaches the bed. I hear him say in a low voice to François "Yes, the catalog is there!" ". Then, after delicately seated on the edge of the bed, he communicates to her, always taking care not to speak too loudly, the references of the works that François asks of him. It lasts well five minutes during which François flips through the catalog and communicates figures. Finally, I hear him say "Good evening Francois, see you tomorrow" before silence returns to the room. he communicates to him, always taking care not to speak too loudly, the references of the works that Francis asks of him. It lasts well five minutes during which François flips through the catalog and communicates figures. Finally, I hear him say "Good evening Francois, see you tomorrow" before silence returns to the room. he communicates to him, always taking care not to speak too loudly, the references of the works that Francis asks of him. It lasts well five minutes during which François flips through the catalog and communicates figures. Finally, I hear him say "Good evening Francois, see you tomorrow" before silence returns to the room.Once he hangs up, Florian stays there beside me; motionless and silent in the half-light. Suddenly, I guess that we lift a section of the duvet, revealing the top of my back because I am facing the other side. I imagine Florian's surprise discovering that I am wearing the little nightie he advised me in Pigalle. His hand lands on my shoulder and stops moving; it tests my sleep. So I continue to keep my eyes closed and breathe very calmly as if I were in a deep sleep. Now his hand descends ...

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