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Something is going to happen.</B></div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <TABLE BORDER="0" CELLPADDING="2" CELLSPACING="1" WIDTH="502" BORDERCOLORLIGHT="#C0C0C0" BORDERCOLORDARK="#808080" FRAME="BOX" RULES="ALL" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" > <tR> <tD VALIGN=TOP BGCOLOR=#FFFF99 HEIGHT= 564 WIDTH="496"><div> <B>This story does not belong here;</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>It is a follow-up of (in French) of</B></div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="http://jagminns.com/paix_et_craintes/id12.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://jagminns.com/paix_et_craintes/id1"><B>http://jagminns.com/paix_et_craintes/id12.htm</B></A></div> <bR> <div> <B>I was going to open the Donky Dung Diary. Then something happened.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Originally I despised Donky Dunk, then little by little I could see the girl that they had laughed at, the girl that had wanted to make a name for herself in "News".</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I began to admire her courage, her strength to fight in a World made for men, her refusal to ask for mercy.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Then something happened, I had written half a story about Donky, I was relaxed, then she looked at me and asked:</B></div> <bR> <div> <B><< why do you make fun of me when you know I am going to die?>></B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I took it straight on the chin.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I do not know what will happen</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I owe it to Donky to tell about her, but the only way I know of coming out is with a red nose on my nose, a red nose to hide the tears.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>So I will move the story.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B> </B></div> </tD> </tR> </TABLE></div> <bR> <div> <B>The first time Adam smiled at himself.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>In his left hand Adam was holding the shaver, in his right hand the foam sprayer, Adam looked at himself in the mirror, Adam was clean shaven.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Well, apparently I am getting forgetful, Adam through;</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>He was a well trained citizen, Adam did not panic and rush off to his GP to ask if he suffered from Alzheimer.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>He just put down razor and foam sprayer, he looked around, indeed the towel was damp, he could even smell faintly the aftershave.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>He went off to work, a normal day, just a normal day, a day when you forget about mortgages, children, school results, appointments, just a normal day when you could banter with the Red Haired Colleague, she preferred to be seen a deep blond, ask her how she happened to look so worn out and happy at the same time, asking her whether she could possibly need a helping hand, keeping out of the way of the Sub-Director of the Filing Department, trying to get as much as possible from the IN to the OUT tray.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Just a normal day.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>He came home, had a normal evening, his wife asked him when he would have a serious talk with their son about his school results, Adam promised that he would do it this week-end, why does one make such foolish promises, it was no going to change anything, the boy was in love, who wants to calculate the integrate when you are in love, the only thing you are really interested in being whether it would fill his hand and whether it would be soft or hard, and what Adam was supposed to do about that?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Just a normal day, yet next morning when Adam went into the bath room he was keeping a watchful eye, not that Adam knew in what way a watchful eye would make any difference, but it was a bit like at school, mumbling for himself, now I take the razor, now I take the foam, first I wash my face, yes I do remember that with these modern blades I should just pass once but I know I will pass three or four time as we used to do, now I put the foam on the skin, now I take the razor in my left hand, why did Adam always shave using his left hand, Adam did not know, Adam was not left handed, now shall I take the cheap aftershave or the one I use for special occasion, this must be a special occasion, Adam was satisfied, he must have been thinking of something else yesterday.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>He took the towel to dry his face and in his hand Adam was holding the key to the gate, holding it with his right hand, in his left hand was the brief case, Adam was fully clothed, Adam opened the gate, went to the station and took the commuter train.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Theses things are funny when you look at a rerun of a Hitchcock, the police men being so polite and sarcastic and both looking as if they believe that the suspect has forgotten yet you knew quite well that they did not believe a word of what the suspect was saying.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Jane was late to her train; it was not her fault, yesterday, Wednesday,  had been her birthday, she had received this new set of make-up she so much longed after, don't get me wrong, she did not need any make up, her skin had that splendor and shine that does not come out of a bottle, but it was fun to put on make up, you could pretend each day that you were somebody else, not that Jane wished to be somebody else, she just wanted to be Jane, Jane with the Deep golden hair and she was willing to scratch the eyes off anybody hinting that she might look red haired when the sun was shining in her hair sidewise, she was deep blond, but that did not make much difference now that the commuter train had entered into the station and she was still at least five minutes away from it ,and she was not going to run, even with the spare clothing she kept in her locker at work she had a feeling if she ran and sweated, I suppose you are supposed to say “perspirated” or something else like this, but it did not make much of a difference, she would have the feeling all the day of smelling like a pig.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Jane was sitting in the commuter train, her bag on her knees, the daily paper in her hand, like any ordinary day, everything was just as it should be, not quite an ordinary day, she felt the skin moistener and the True Natural Shine on her face and wondered if the other commuters noticed the difference, she cold not understand  why she was sitting here and not  at the station looking at the time table for next commuter train and trying to work out a plausible lie explaining why once again she was late at the Office.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Jane thought about these articles warning about the chemicals they put in the new make-ups, could this one have had some essence that had made her lose conscious of what she had been doing for some time? Why worry about things when they go well, she would certainly read somewhere of similar experiences.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Adam was quite keen that this day would end, he wanted to celebrate his son's birthday in the traditional way, the way his father had done with him, the way his Grand Father had done with his father, he was going to buy him a fishing rod. Adam knew it was silly, his wife had told him that his son did not care at all about fishing, Adam did agree, his son did not agree at all about fishing, so what would happen if he bought two fishing rods?</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>He knew which shop he would go to, he had been there before, he thought he knew which fishing rod he wanted to buy, now what would the smart thing be, to buy to identical fishing rods or two different rods, sort of “Mine” and “Yours”, sort of “Let me show you how to hold it”.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Why was the shop closed, he had even cheated on the timing-out of the job, nobody would say anything, here he was standing in front of the shop, he could see all the equipments inside, yet the burglar nets were down, the lights were off, had an accident happened, had the owner had a death in his family and be forced to shut the shop for the day, but then there would have been a signpost on the door? He asked a passer by if he knew why the shop was closed, the other one looked at him and chuckled << as far as he knew this shop had always been closed on Sundays for the last fifty years>>.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Adam went home, his wife looked very angry, but how could he explain that he had gone off on his son's birthday party and how could he explain that he did not have any gift for his son? Adam went in, embraced his son, cooked a tale about having the rods made to his son size and the Fishing specialist being called out of town on an urgency, but he did not have to worry, Adam would be back at the shop tomorrow and get the rods; Of course nobody believed him, they all pretended to believe him.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Jane woke up all rested and happy. She was still a bit dozy and could not quite remember why she felt so happy. They knocked on her door and they came in with coffee, candles, and gifts, that marvelous gift she barely expected them to give her, that make-up box. That day, she had fun with them, toasting to this and that, speaking on the phone, pretending that she did not remember that this was her birthday, just looking at the box, not really daring to try it, sniffing a bit her and there at the bottles, must be terribly expensive bottles, that evening she sat down in front of her mirror, she had pictures of stars glued next to her mirror and she tried this and that make-up. Do you know that it takes two hours to form a proper make-up? Some of the results were really horrid, some were astonishing, she barely recognized herself.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>She felt a bit sad when washing off all traces of make-up but she did not want to dry out her skin.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Next morning she woke up a bit late, the evening had been longer than she expected, she felt hungry but the vending machine would be good enough for today, she trotted off to the commuter train, she was on the platform just as the train came in, she even found a seat and could read her paper even if they grunted when she unfolded it.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>As the train started she could see Adam running, that man he really had no sense of time, he was not going to make it and be late at the Office again.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>When Jane arrived at her cubicle she cold see that somebody had been playing jokes at her again, the Office Clock was turned on to Thursday, she looked around at them, they all looked so innocent, so she told them that she was not going to fall double laughing because somebody had put the Calendar one day in advance, and then that stupid man next to the elevator asked her what day she thought she was, << Friday of course you stupid>> and they all laughed and she could not understand.</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>It was Thursday.</B></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>