As soon as Jo and Matthew had their breakfast, they packed up and got ready for the late evening flight so they could spend the day out. The weather was amazing with the blue cloudless sky and a nice cold breeze.
"Matty, let's go to one of the most amazing places in Paris." Jo piped up as soon as they arrived at the Esplanade de la Defense station.
"Hm…" Matthew just muttered in agreement. He wouldn't consider that place as amazing. He wondered why she wanted to come here. For him, it was just a business district like Manhattan in New York or The City in London. There was nothing interesting among tall skyscrapers.
"That's our goal!" She said pointing in the direction of La Grande Arche de la Defense.
On the way, Jo stopped many times to take some photos of original skyscrapers and several dozen modern sculptures by artists such as Calder, Miro, César from the station to the Grande Arche. She also showed him interesting reflections in the glass facades of buildings.
Not only that, she continued prattling on about the history of the district creation itself and its tallest buildings, as well as about the modern art installations themselves. He was surprised at the details she noticed when taking pictures.
He would not have thought how reflections in glass facades can look so original and was thus remarkably delighted with the effects of her remarkable perceptiveness.
Matthew was also surprised that she knew many facts about this city. He had to admit that the walk to the Grande Arche was very exciting and interesting. He never looked at that place in that way.
Finally, they reached the grand staircase at the base of the arch, which was designed to be a late-20th-century version of the Arc de Triomphe, a monument to humanity and humanitarian ideals rather than military victories.
"Jo, this grand staircase is an extremely popular place for sitting and watching activity on the plaza below. Should we sit for a moment?" Matthew asked, seeing the tiredness on his companion's face.
"Not yet." She was already tired, but had different ideas relating to a perfect rest area.
"Please remind me to show you some pictures my parents took at the gigantic concert that took place here when we reach home later."
"A concert here? Do you mean at the Grand Arche?" A visibly interested Jo asked.
She knew that the Arche was very famous because many events took place there, but she couldn't associate any, what he called, a gigantic one.
"Yes. Right here. On Bastille Day in 1990, my parents favourite composer then, Jean Michel Jarre, staged an ambitious concert at the site. He used the Grande Arche and three of the area's towers as projection screens, and built a pyramidal stage above the road." He tried to explain and show where the stage was.
"The event attracted two million spectators, stretching all the way back to the Arc the Triomphe. It was a world record for the largest attendance for a musical concert. Fortunately my parents were just under the stage."
"An interesting fact about your parents' past. They always seem very serious. I wouldn't have imagined that they acted like us, when they were young." Jo laughed at the very thought that his very distinguished parents were going to concerts like normal youth.
"Haha… I know what you think. My parents and concerts. They even saw Metallica in Tushino Airfield in Moscow in 1991; also Pink Floyd, Dire Straits and Genesis at the Knebworth Festival in England a year before that. Can you imagine them at an open-air rock and pop festival?"
The truth about his parents' youth had even shocked him when he first learnt about it. After a while, he added. "You should meet them and ask about it yourself."
"Do they? Wow! I have to visit them."
"When my parents were young, they were not so polite and distinguished. They used to leave me with my grandparents and they had a great time driving here and there…" There was a hint of regret in his voice.
"Matthew, they were so young when they had you. You have to forgive them."
"I have forgiven them a long time ago. My grandparents spoiled me. I had a really great childhood. I wouldn't trade it for anything."
When Matthew was born, his mother and father were only 17 years old. They were both in high school. It was a shock to the entire conservative community in which they lived. Matthew was so lucky he didn't end up in an orphanage.
His father's parents were diplomats and were traveling a lot. When they found out they would become grandparents, they almost lynched their son.
On the other hand, his mother's parents were respected lawyers. His mother was their youngest, of their three children and perhaps the most spoiled and ravaged because of it.
His mother's parents took care of his upbringing. It was his grandmother who quit her professional career for almost three years to take care of him since his birth. It was also her who Matthew called ‘mother’ for the first few years of his life.
Later, for years, his grandmother worked only part-time to be close to her grandson and give him a proper family and childhood. Thanks to this, his parents graduated from high school and later college. They took care of their careers without any burden. But so far, they have blamed themselves for harming their only child. Therefore, they had no more children.
He only lived with his parents when he started going to school, but he spent most of his free time with his grandparents anyway. Matthew felt angry at them that they had abandoned him and left him to their grandparents. Years later, as an adult, he decided that it was the best thing that could happen to him in life.
Due to their past, they did not pressure him to start a family now. They cherished and enjoyed every moment spent with him, without forcing him to do anything. It was an incredible comfort for him, unlike Mike's parents who had very high expectations of their son.
"Are you hungry Matt?" Suddenly, Jo asked him.
"A little. Do you know any nice places around?" He was happy to hear that at last. They had already walked for about three hours.
"Good. I am starving." As Jo said that, an inexplicable glam flickered across her eyes.
Matt noticed that immediately. On the one hand, he was glad that finally Jo felt hungry, but on the other, he didn't like the gleam in her eyes. Knowing her perfectly well, he knew it was not going to be any good.
"As you probably know a great restaurant is on the rooftop so let's go to have lunch there." She said with a poker face pointing to the panoramic elevators under the Grande Arche.
"Is there another way?" Matthew asked.
The mere sight of the glazed elevators made him feel sick.
"Yes, but we are taking that!"
“We already had dinner; Martin took care of our meals today.” Jack informed them.“Good guy! He also brought food for us.” Patrick realized that they had such a good time that he didn't even call and thank them for the catering. “I should call and at least say thank you.”“I already did that. We will have the catering all week.”“Sounds good, but I wish I could make use of the kitchen here too.” Patrick had some plans.“Why don't you spend your holidays far away from the kitchen? There are so many beautiful places to visit around. Besides, I'll take care of Mike.” Jack really wished that they would have a good time.“We cannot burden you with caring for him. We have to get a nurse tomorrow. And you should travel with us.”Jack was glad to hear that he wouldn't have to babysit Mike even though that one didn’t cause him any problems throughout the day. He had a great time with the bunch of big kids, and he wanted to spend some time traveling around too.Besides, his boss had clearly mar
Jo was extremely happy to see the hammock outside in the beautiful surroundings. She immediately started walking towards it.Behind her were Patrick and Matthew. When they made sure that she was comfortable, they started to unpack and unfold the garden furniture.In the next half an hour, they had dealt with most of the setting up. The patio immediately changed its face to an elegant and, above all, a comfortable place to relax. A few wooden deck chairs with a low table and umbrellas were placed near the swimming pool.The guys also put a long wooden table with eight chairs under an electric marquise, parallel to the glass wall of the villa and of course near the kitchen and dining room doors.“The table looks so good!” Jo commented from the hammock.“I feel like I am on a boat.” Matthew joked.“The owner loves sailing, so you are right. Only the wooden steering wheel is missing.” Jo laughed. She also noticed so many things related to marine life.“A wooden steering wheel sounds good.
”Are you worrying about Mike?” Patrick asked, seeing consternation and some kind of sadness on Jo’s face.“No, I am not worried about that asshole. He deserved it.”“Nobody deserves anything like this, badass.”“That’s not what I meant.”Patrick looked at her expecting some more explanations.“He shouldn't have gone out with you the previous day. He knew it perfectly well, so it was one hundred percent his fault. So, in that sense, he deserves it.”“I agree, but still, he is a man. You don’t understand male pride, badass.”“I understand him more than you can imagine. It’s just his fucking character.”“All of us, we have ‘interesting’ personalities, badass. For most of the people around us, we are assholes.”“I am not questioning it, Pat.” She hesitated for a moment. “But this fucking macho is one of his kind...”Patrick was speechless. He couldn’t argue with that. While he had a lot of understanding of the people around him, Mike was still a special case to him. But still he tolerated
Right after breakfast, Jack took Mike to the clinic. The atmosphere instantly relaxed inside the villa. They were still sitting at the kitchen table with tea and French pastries and discussing how to teach their dear friend a lesson.“You are a poor teacher, Matt.” Jo said, very disappointed with her friend. “These pancakes are awful.” She winced as she ate, wondering where Mike went wrong with that very simple task.“Am I really a poor teacher?” Matthew mocked in a slurping voice. “Or maybe our friend is a bad student? Did you consider that?”“Could we leave aside his cooking skills, guys?” Patrick exclaimed. “The main thing is that the guy can cook, so he will not die of hunger. That’s what matters!”“Really? Did you try that?” Jo pointed at the pancake.“No, and I'm not going to. I watched the anguish when Jack was consuming it. In general, he is not very picky about food so it must be eatable.”“Well, you have to try it.” Jo wanted to force him and put a piece of pancake on a fork
Mike was the first to get up. He was not able to accept ‘the doing nothing’ state and being attached to one place, to his bed, any longer.Slowly, without making any noise, he trodded downstairs. It wasn't too complicated with the help of crutches.He found the perfect order and plenty of food in the kitchen.‘These stocks were made, probably with me in mind. They want to leave me again." He assumed looking at the refrigerator full to the brim.He decided to prepare something for everyone. His skills were far from Matthew's, but after all, he could prepare something nonetheless.He made pancakes, and a typical continental breakfast: fried bacon, sausages, black pudding, some stewed mushrooms and tomatoes. He also made a smoothie out of whatever greens he could find in the refrigerator.“Good morning!” Patrick’s voice disrupted his work on the fruit salad.“Good morning.” He wasn’t happy to see him. “Did you sleep well, man?” Mike asked ironically. He really wanted to ask if he had goo
Mike felt much better after a nutritious lunch. There was no sign of a hangover; the only thing that bothered him, even after strong painkillers, was the ache in his ankle.He was changing the ice packs, and putting on more anti-inflammatory creams, but it didn’t help much. As soon as he was trying to put his foot flat on the floor, he saw ‘all the stars in the sky’ from pain.He didn't know if he would trigger the alarm again by opening the bedroom door, and he didn't feel like testing it.He went out onto the terrace a few times, but it was too hot to stay there.‘Why do I have to sit alone, in a deserted place like that?’ He thought. ‘I didn't have to travel so many kilometers to be accompanied only by empty walls. Did I?’ He wondered looking around the empty room.‘It is no different from my everyday life. Should holidays be like that? Do I deserve it?’ Hundreds of thoughts swirled in his head.Despite his exhaustion, he couldn’t sleep. There was no TV in the room, and watching mo