Quain Laroche#7

It's evening. I wake up. Someone knocks on the door.

I 'ear a voice, a woman's voice. She tells me to get up and come to dinner. I say thanks and do as she says.

I go downstairs. Cafe is empty. Jacque is there too and leads me into the back room. I smell food. Good warm food. The back room 'as a big table and some chairs around it. There are some other people there too. Jacque introduces me to them.

There is 'e's wife Bianca, who is about the same age as Jacque. There is they're waitress Jeanne, she is about my age, rather pretty. And then there is an old man called mr. Chastain, e's musician and play's violin and piano also 'el's around the bar. They also 'ave an older woman in upstairs called Edith, she is Bianca's mother.

I sat down. I'm close to Jacque. We start with a pray. 'aven't been praying for a while. Not since The Maginot. Feels weird.

After the pray. Jacque's wife opens the pan. It's soup. We each take to our bowls, some bread and wine too. We start eating. I taste the soup. I burn my mouth and tongue. God it's hot. 'aven't 'ad soup since. I don't even remember when. I start eating the bread. It's nice and soft, they say it's day old but I don't care.

Other's are talking. I eat. It's been too long since the last time I 'ad a nice warm meal. I'm done. Other's are amazed. They're still eating and talking. But I'm done. I light a cigarette. Jacque says I should wait others till they're finished. I put it down.

After an 'our they're done. Bianca and Jeanne clean the table. They bring in some coffee and now I can smoke. They talk. About the war and such. I'm smoking so is Jacque and Mr. Chastain.

After the coffee we leave. Women clean the table, Mr. Chastain goes to 'e's room and Jacque takes me to Cafe to talk about my new job. I pay with my work. I say that I can't work around the Boche. Jacque doesn't care. Says it's either that or then I'll go to streets. 'e also tells that 'e didn't like this idea of Rene's since now the Boche may become suspicous and all. I don't care. After that Jacque let's me go back to my room.

I go to bed and fall a sleep.

It's morning. I wake up. Someone is knocking on the door. I 'ear a womans voice. It's not Jeanne's, it's Bianca's. The breakfest is ready. I dress up and wash myself. I'm still a bit tired, but I still go down. They're 'aving breakfest. Bread and wine. I go to table. Sitting next to Jacque once again.

Jacque says the pray and then we eat. I break my bread into the wine. It's good. Bianca wonders if I 'ave any other clothes besides the ones I'm wearing I say no. Bianca says that I need new clothes. I try to resist, but she doesn't listen. My clothes are too dirty to wear in they're cafe.

After the breakfest Bianca takes me to 'er and Jacque's bedroom. Jacque 'as some clothes. They're clean and nice but too big for me. Bianca doesn't listen. I dress up. I see myself from a mirror. I look like a fool. All the clothes are too big. I say that Bianca agrees but that's no good.

I go back downstairs. They're opening. Jacque sees my clothes and smiles so does Jeanne and Mr. Chastain. I can feel 'ow they're struggling not to laugh. I feel uncomfortable. I wonder about the Boche. I know what will 'appen, but they don't care. They put me to clean some tables.

They open. First customers come in. Good. Only peasants. They go to bar order some wine and start drinking. Just winos, who else would come in at this 'our?

Morning goes on. It's almost noon. Yet no Boche. But they'll come I know. I'm cleaning tables and 'elping around the kitchen. Nothing else. Mr. Chastain plays piano and Jeanne serves the customers. I'm just cleaning the tables and 'elping in kitchen.

Noon. First Boche of the day come in. It's lunch time for them. They order some food and wine. At first I was cleaning the tables, but then I was told to go 'elp Bianca at the kitchen. It's 'ot in there and it smells good. Smells like food. I wask when do we eat. Bianca says after once there are fewer customers.

I'm starting feel bad.

Like one of those whores.

Do they feel bad?

It's afternoon. Lunch time went well. I was at the kitchen the whole time. We got to eat once there wasn't that many customers. Mr. Chastain got to eat first. Then me. Then Jacque. Then Jeanne and then Bianca.

It was soup.

Like yesterday.

I liked it.

Now Boche are coming in. Mostly officers who got early. Jacque and Jeanne start serving them. I'm still in the kitchen.

So far so good.

Maybe I don't 'ave to got and serve those Boche after all.

I tought wrong.

Jacque needs some 'elp.

Jeanne went to bathroom.

Jacque tells me go and give a young looking captain a glass of wine. I do so.

I take the glass of wine.

Everything goes fine.

I'm very close to the captain.

Then I start 'earing it.

Boche.

They're voice.

I can't stand it.

Damn them!

Everything rushes in. My 'atred. Oh I 'ate them. So much!

Why can't they all just die! That's because I'm 'ere. 'ere to kill them all. Every single last solitary one of those assholes!

I 'ate them.

I started yelling. Screaming. Cursing.

I started to threaten them.

I told them I was 'ere to kill them.

I took an empty chair and I was going to attack them.

Then everything went black.

The End