Tattoo - Love Pavilion

Love Tower

It is.

The name of the woman who was manipulating him was Frances, and towards the end of his second year he realized that her ideas were not wrong. He was no longer as careless as before, and he decided seriously that he must marry her. In the meantime, Robert's mother began to pay Robert three hundred dollars a month. During those two and a half years, I do not think that Robert would have been able to look at another woman. Except that, like many Europeans, he wanted to stay in America longer, Robert was quite happy. He began to write. His novels were not very good, but they were not bad and were not criticized. He spent his time reading books, playing bridge, playing tennis, and boxing in the arcade.

I first learned of the lady's attitude one evening when we were having dinner with them. That evening, after dinner, we went to the Fey de Versailles for coffee. After we had coffee and chatted, I said I had business to go home, and Robert suggested that we go on a trip at the end of the week. I suggested that we fly to Strasbourg and from there go to Saint-Nicolas or Alpes-de-Haute-Provence or somewhere else. I said,

"I have a friend in Strasbourg who will show us around the city."

Someone kicked me under the table. I thought I had accidentally hit her and kept talking. She's been there for two years, so she knows the whole town. We should know everything we need to know. She's a nice girl.

I was kicked again. Only then did I see Frances's face tense and displeased. I had to correct my words.

“Oh... I could go to Bruges instead. Or I could go to the Ardennes.”

Then the hill seemed to feel relieved. I didn't have to be kicked again. I said goodbye and left. The hill said he wanted to buy a newspaper and would walk with me to the corner, so he followed me.

"Why are you talking about the girl from Strasbourg? Don't you see Frances?"

Robert asked on the way.

"No, why should I look at him? What does that have to do with me knowing that an American lives in Strasbourg?"

"It doesn't matter. If there's a girl, whether she's American or another girl, I can't go anymore."

"Don't try it."

"You don't know about Frances. You can't have any girl. Haven't you seen her? Her behavior?"

"Okay, then let's go to Sanliurfa," I said.

"You don't remember me anyway."

"I don't remember, Sanlit is a small place, so it's good to walk around."

"Good boy, you'll be fine."

“So, I'll see you at the office tomorrow,” I said.

"Goodnight, Jake," he said, returning the favor.

"You said you bought the newspaper," I said.

"Oh, that's right," he said, and followed me to the corner of the street.

"Jake, you really don't remember..."

He asked, turning back to hold the newspaper.

"No, why should I remember?"

"I'll see you at the tennis court."

"He said, holding the newspaper and walked back. I really like him. Frances is really helping him with his living.