The Girl From Domaine Anna - Part 2 [final part]

I was strolling nonchalantly towards Suresh's shop, to get something to cook for lunch. As expected, I saw my friend standing over there, his hands in his pockets, looking abashed. Yes, it was yet another episode of The Girl From Domaine Anna.

- Haha! Man, how you doing?
- I'm okay.
- You look like some dude just raped you

He looked at me with vitreous eyes. I could've sworn he was going to cry. It was almost funny.

- It's the girl, isn't it?
- Yeah, it's her
- What did she tell you?
- No no, I haven't talked to her already

All sorts of possible scenarios scrolled in my mind. Could it be... he saw her with her boyfriend the moment he was walking towards her, a rose in hand? Or maybe he wrote a love letter and kept it where she usually sits - and the wrong person picked it up. Or...

- She's older than me
- Oh... well that's not...
- She's a muslim

My friend being a hindu, dating a muslim girl would most probably be frowned upon by his parents.

- You know, it's not that impossible, if you just...
- She's married

I stopped short. Married? What the fuck! I tured around to face the great tree. She was sitting there, with a cute handbag and her hair always short. She was really beautiful. And she looked young. But... married? Fuck. I felt really sorry for my friend.

- Well man, there's more fish in the sea.
- Yeah, but that was a big one...
- A really big one.
- A really cute one...
- I'll second that.
- I need some porn.
- Yeah, that should help you all right.
- You know who told me she was married?
- Who was that?
- Yvon.

Yvon was the old man of Flic-En-Flac who knew absolutely everybody and everything in here. He was the oracle of Flic-En-Flac, who accepted queries in form of cigarettes and beer.

- I didn't ask him about the girl directly, I just asked about the Domaine Anna van which comes by to pick the employees up. He might be old, but he instantly knew what I was talking about.

Yes, with age comes wisdom. It didn't surprise me that Yvon was such a sharp guy. Although he's going to be 60 next year, walked real slowly, and drank rhum mixed with wine, his mind was fucking intact.

- Well then, I'll go back home make a post on my blog.
- Bastard.
- See ya!