She brought her sister to Paris to help her… and she stole her husband and kicked her out of he…
PART 2:
Your home too now, it’s perfect,
big sister. Oh la la ah. la la. dress suits you very. That dress looks better on you than it does on me. You always say that. You always say that. Did you make this yourself? are as good
as your sister. Almost. Almost. You’ll have to come back and judge again when big sister hasn’t been cooking at the same time as me. She has always been better at getting noticed than I am. My sister. Hm. H. she’s sleeping all the time lately. The pregnancy, the fatigue, it’s normal . You must feel lonely sometimes.
A man coming home from work to an apartment where his wife is already asleep. I No, well, maybe a little. It’s not a reproach, Malic, it’s just I see it, that’s all. We could take the path through the park. That will give us 10 more minutes before going back to the house of serious adults. 10 more minutes away from the house of serious adults. So.
- think of me. It’s your sister. She’s going to worry for nothing. We’ll just say there was a line. You took a long time for rice and onions. There was a line. There was a line. Yes. You’re not sleeping either. I’m thinking.
About what? About nothing. About everything. I wonder if I made the right choice at 34, settling down so quickly with the first good woman who looked at me without seeing my bank account. It wasn’t a bad choice to marry Kumba. She’s good, she’s loyal, she’s not… She’s not what? She’s not the one who really sees you .
Malic, she loves you like one loves a husband, not like one loves a man. the office to Since when are you thinking? Since when, Rama? It doesn’t matter,
Kumba. It does to me. I have the right to know how long I’ve been living with ghosts in my own house. Take what you came for, Rama. You always end up getting it. Ma’am, are you going to be okay? Well, you need a hospital. I
just need a place to sit for 5 minutes. Sit down, I’ll take care of the rest. I don’t have money for…I didn’t ask for anything. Hello doctor, it’s Fatime. I have an emergency at my restaurant. A pregnant woman needs help . Do you have a name for her? Ah. How
is my favorite client doing? Up and in great shape, surrounded by the best people Paris has to offer. Rama, it’s 8 PM, there’s nothing for dinner. There’s bread in the cupboard. Bread. I have a client dinner tomorrow. I need my shirts ironed, and the laundry has been in the basket since Monday. What do you think I do with my days? Listen, I’m not your maid, Malic.
I never said you were my maid. I’m just saying that before, there was dinner when I got home. There was a house that felt like a house before. Is that right? Compare me to her one more time and you’ll see. Figure out your own dinner with that bread. The Bertrand file was supposed to go out last night, Malic.
The client received it this morning with two calculation errors. It’s not the first time this month. I’m sorry, Mr. Le Roy, I’ve had some personal issues lately. Your personal issues are not my problem, Malic. Your errors are. You were my best employee a year ago. I don’t know what’s going on at home, but if this continues, I won’t be able to keep you in this position.
It won’t happen again. Go home, get some sleep. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. The landlord called again. 2 months behind. The company is doing poorly. Layoffs are coming. I don’t know if I’ll keep my job. Sir, are you okay? You look so pale. It
will be okay. It will be okay. Just a little bit tired. Yes, a man has collapsed. 18th Street. Hurry! Malik, I was told he was brought here. I am his wife. Ma’am, I am truly sorry. Massive cardiac arrest. We could not save him. Mr. Cissé had taken out several loans.
These debts are part of the estate. The apartment will have to be sold. The vehicle as well. What does that mean, in practical terms ? That you will have nothing left, ma’am. M. Wake up, I can’t have you sleeping like a dog outside now. 3 nights maximum, ma’am. Then, you must
reapply with no guarantee of a spot. Three nights, and where do I go after? That, ma’am, I cannot tell you. You are not the only one in this situation. These plates must shine for tonight, not just be clean. Do that one again. Yes, ma’am. And I remind you that yesterday’s 3 hours are unpaid.
Besides , it was just a favor, not a contract. H It’s whispered. Rama, I didn’t know where else to go. Malik died a few
months ago, a heart attack. He had debts. They seized everything. I have nothing left. I know about Malik. He came to see me before. He told me what he never had the courage to say for 2 years. You took my husband from me Rama , my home. You threw me out while I was carrying his child.
I gave birth alone in a country where I knew no one but the generosity of a stranger. Not my sister, a stranger. I have resented you all my life since B looked at you like you were the only one who mattered. It wasn’t fair, but that excuses nothing. Sis I won’t pretend I can forget what you did, but I refuse to let your betrayal decide who I become.
It means the door isn’t closed, but it won’t open all at once and not just because you have nowhere else to go. You start tonight in the dining room with me without another word about what you’ve lost. Okay, I will do it. My sister, my sister, my sister. We slept in the same room.
We don’t fight over a dress anymore, over a look. You were my shadow and my mirror. Sometimes I held you too close. Sometimes I left you too far apart. Family love isn’t a tidy speech. It’s girls who know. It hurts. I’m not casting you out, but I’m not absolving you either, I’m talking to you because you’re still my sister, that’s all.
If we’re talking again, it’s not to erase everything, it’s so we stop going our separate ways. Even if time has done us wrong, we are one and the same. still owe a little respect, my sister. Sorry, it’s not an oversight, it’s tomorrow that trembles and remains nonetheless. First, my sister, I wanted your place too soon. I thought you had everything, and that I only had the scraps.
I spoke too loudly , I loved too poorly, I put distance where there was already too much silence. I’m not coming back for you to absolve me, I’m coming back because without you I am too small. If you listen to me one more time, I promise never to treat you like a rival again. If you hear me, I My mother taught me to count money before counting misfortunes.
That night , in the rain, I had lost both. I didn’t know yet that I would gain something else. Sorry, it’s not an oversight it’s tomorrow that trembles and still remains, evolved without knowing how to say it too. I wanted to suffer you too much. We aren’t starting over, we are starting here. My sister, you are already my sister.
