[ Normally, Claude would be busy asking Jean Louis questions about the café where he's chosen that they're going to meet Potos. Stéphane, as Jean Louis calls him, same way Claude calls his head of party, Agnès. Same, and yet not the same. He hasn't slept with Agnès. Agnès didn't become his legal guardian when he was an adolescent. That weird intersection of possible authority positions you can have in a person's life. His boss, on top of that.
Yes, normally they'd be chatting about the place, Claude would make note of it, slowly adding to the internal map he's creating in his mind over City, visiting Luxembourg as often as he does these days. That bookstore over there has a good French section. This building is part of that and that department. Jean Louis sits up there. Things like that. Today, Saturday, they're sitting at this café Claude hasn't used before, quietly, waiting, because Stéphane Potos is slightly delayed.
Jean Louis didn't give him long to carve out his calendar, after all.
Claude doesn't know how to feel about that, though this morning he felt like he definitely needed to don his best suit, best shoes, fix his hair. But now, he doesn't know how to feel about this, meeting a mix of Jean Louis' ex and his own father-in-law. It's a strange mix, as Jean Louis said, a weird, unorganized intersection with no traffic lights and no police.
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Yes, normally they'd be chatting about the place, Claude would make note of it, slowly adding to the internal map he's creating in his mind over City, visiting Luxembourg as often as he does these days. That bookstore over there has a good French section. This building is part of that and that department. Jean Louis sits up there. Things like that. Today, Saturday, they're sitting at this café Claude hasn't used before, quietly, waiting, because Stéphane Potos is slightly delayed.
Jean Louis didn't give him long to carve out his calendar, after all.
Claude doesn't know how to feel about that, though this morning he felt like he definitely needed to don his best suit, best shoes, fix his hair. But now, he doesn't know how to feel about this, meeting a mix of Jean Louis' ex and his own father-in-law. It's a strange mix, as Jean Louis said, a weird, unorganized intersection with no traffic lights and no police.
So, he'll have to advance cautiously. ]