Moderato Cantabile
that day at 10 30, Juliette de Rougemont doorbell rings Delphine Simon, professor of piano. His son John is at his side. Which opens the door lets out a sweet, warm smell. Unusual among miss Simon, that smell! It reaches out to the boy's shoulder and invited him to enter. The door closes quietly.
In the living room windows, the sea, vast and calm, with its boats in the distance. Its ships and sailors lost between sky and sea inside, the smell is a bit more tenacious, almost sickening. A light mist was formed at the bottom of the tiles, just before the piano. John climbed onto the stool and hold to the keypad. It receives a small splash that comes from the regular room next door.
"Take your score," said Delphine. "I'll be right back." On the plate of gas, next door in the kitchen, a pan jogs in cadence. Inside, muddy water bubbles that left black deposits on the edges. Looks like the beach at low tide with its friezes of brown algae. Delphine approach the point of his knife and stabs one of the body, crooked and brown, which bathe in water boiling. It fires slowly, adding a lid. On the doorstep, his eyes meet those of the child. With a movement of the chin, she encourages him to start his Sonatina.
eyes lost in the distance, it is invaded by the sweet smell of childhood. She sees the house of his grandmother on the outskirts of the city. His little garden of plenty, overflowing with vegetables in all seasons.
sweet a gesture, it straightens the wrist of the child. It seems tense. It keeps lips tight.
- What you have today, John?
- I'm a little sick at heart
- It's no big deal, continues to play! What she preferred among
all vegetables from his grandmother, was the mysterious Jerusalem artichoke. Form if tortured, her curves and round shapes. She will never find two alike. The smell so pleasant this morning who manages the salon, she forgot how she had hated it at first.
She returned to the kitchen, lifts the lid. The water level has dropped considerably and reveals such boats beached at low tide, seven or eight tubers. From the tip of his knife, again, it pierces one. The blade penetrates easily into the tender flesh. She spends a greedy tongue over his lips, drained the entire contents of the pan in a colander.
At the show, John disappeared. She looks out the window. The beach is deserted. In the distance, boats, between sea and sky She calls. A little voice moans down the hall: the crestfallen boy vomited in the toilet.
- It is because of the smell, "he whines
Delphine comforted and renewed the show.
- Take a good breath of sea air, she proposes opening the window wide.
A large black freighter goes ahead. Small boats, shoved by the swell, appear agitated as it passes. A great howl rips the air. They startled them both.
- Come now, we take the lesson.
- Oh, Miss, I want to watch the sea a little longer. Delphine
see that the child is no longer able to play. She looks at her watch. In seven or eight minutes, at most, Madame de Rougemont ring at the door. Just enough time to prepare for Delphine salad of Jerusalem artichokes. Gently remove the skin, following all the twists and contours, cut into small cubes in a bowl and prepare lemon sauce with the mustard and olive oil. Just before serving, cut it finely a few sprigs of fresh cilantro.
She has not finished drying hands as the bell rang. John rushes to the door with her coat. The mother, paler although the child, the result is fast to his car, saluting Delphine far.
the other side of the road, a man equally defeated looks on, before leaving with heavy steps to the beach.
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