The week passed slowly with the days seeming longer than normal but I managed not to notice it. How could I make that comment then? Because of JoanEvery time I came home from work at night, she just grumbled that the days seemed to go on forever and that she couldn't wait for November to finally end. It was the first time she was in such a hurry for something as trivial as the end of a month and of course of a curious nature - I know it's a bad fault - so I decided to m inquire about the situation.It's not every day that Jeanne worries about something so insignificant, she always has her feet on the ground, she is not the dreamy type and prefers the concrete to the abstract. For her, nothing beats what pragmatic guesses and dreams are for those who can afford them. She used to say that people like her don't have time to dream and that time should be used to produce something useful.This is why seeing her talk so childish about day length makes me feel like she has something planned

It had been barely 6 minutes since the driver had offered to wait, but Michaël couldn't take it anymore. How does he know it's been 6 minutes? Well, he had been keeping an eye on his watch while waiting for Emma to arrive.When he saw that after so many minutes, according to him, Emma still hadn't arrived he got up and started to walk towards the interior of the district. His driver sighed, he knew his boss wasn't going to wait those ten minutes so he calmly followed him without a word.The neighborhood as he had pointed out was quite seedy, it was only 8 a.m. but the men in this place, mostly teenagers aged 19-20, were already meeting, smoking, and discussing subjects he knew were trivial. .At their age, they should be going to university or looking for a job to keep busy, but no, they were all there gathered around a kid who plays gang leader and who stares at all the passers-by. threatening manner.He can see the inhabitants of this neighborhood pass in front of them doing their be

Mr. Burns is a man in his sixties, he had a full life, that's what he could tell himself anyway. His parents were farmers in the countryside not far from the city of Central, his whole childhood and much of his life were lived in this small part of the country. It was peaceful with his sister and his parents, honest citizens who had at heart the love of work and merit.Very early on he started working in the fields helping his parents as best he could, his sister also put her hand to work so as not to feel useless. Since birth, she had never said a word. At first, her parents thought she was behind other children her age. But from the age of three, they had started to really worry and as soon as she had passed the threshold of five years they had been certain that she would never speak.It had the effect of a bomb in the whole village but fortunately, nobody had them to mistreat it because they were a small tight-knit community taking to heart the problems of the others. His sister had

Amanda closed her eyes, not everything but that. If Jeanne tells everything that happened 16 years ago, she is sure that her second daughter will hate her as much as the first does now. She can't afford it.Even though she had abandoned them, she never stopped thinking about them even for a second. She knew she had been cruel, but she was afraid to face life after her husband's death and to take care of two children without a job.She knows it's horrible and she will never have reasons or words to excuse her cruelty but she was really scared. To this end, she is proud of Jeanne, she looked like her father, strong and courageous.She had met him when she was only 14 years old and fleeing the bad shots of her father she had moved in with him. He was only 16 too, but they loved each other so much that Jeanne arrived when she was only 15. James had promised her that everything would be fine so she had trusted him and they had been able to pull through.Nine years later when she was 24 and

Jeanne had gotten into the car with Michaël's driver, she hadn't wanted to ask for anything else, only her sister counted in her eyes."Now what happened, sir? I don't understand an accident. Did a car hit her? »The man looked at her from behind through the rearview mirror and sighed. He could see the concern on this woman's face and he understood it. It was her sister, her only family and to learn that she had an accident even if he told her that she was fine must always weigh on her so much. He doesn't know either if he should tell him in detail about her sister's attack, he doesn't like to remember it either, as the scene was so despicable.A little girl surrounded by wild beasts is the vision he has of this morning.“No Miss Jeanne it’s not a road accident”Jeanne could see through the rearview mirror that this man in front of her was refusing to tell her anything. Could what happened to Emma be beyond words? Whatever the truth, she had to know."Please tell me"“Well this morning