10:00 AM | 24°C — Sunny | Monday, June 2, 2025 — At the Bessons'
- Juliette — in front of the front door, ringing the doorbell
- Clémence — Lyon Sud Hospital, operating room
Roméo is upstairs, behind the bedroom window. Downstairs, in the white light of the June morning, a young girl waits in front of the front door. Bag on her shoulder, two long brown braids, white crop-top, high-waisted jeans, pink sneakers. She rings twice, takes a step back, and looks up at the windows. Behind the living room glass, a black and white cat watches her. She taps her fingertips on the door frame.
Juliette: "Mr. Besson? It's Juliette... Your wife told me ten o'clock..."
Silence. She rocks back and forth on her sneakers.
Juliette: "...is anyone there?"
Félix meows behind the glass. She crouches down.
Juliette: "Ah, at least you're friendly. Is that Félix? Hi Félix."
She stands back up. Matte black Camaro, shimmering pool. A drop of sweat.
Juliette: "...this is quite a house, though."
Juliette: "Okay. Breathe. It's just a summer job."
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- • Open the door and welcome her
- • Observe her a bit longer from the window
- • Go downstairs to open the door, pretending not to have heard