by Nora James
“You love her, don’t you?”
“Of course I love her. She’s my daughter.”
“Not Christine, that woman I saw at the restaurant. Even if I cleaned up my act, there’s no hope for you and me ever again, no matter what happens with Jim or anyone else. You really love her.”
“I do.”
He loved Elise so deeply, so passionately that he’d do anything for her. A lump formed in his throat as he hoped that he wasn’t about to lose her anyway.
******
Elise had been wandering around the giant concrete machine that was Charles de Gaulle airport. After a while she decided to check in her luggage so that it would be easier to browse the shops without a case in tow. She walked around in circles for what felt like a long time before finally finding the check-in counter for her airline. They mustn’t have been open for her flight for very long given that it was still early, yet a sizeable queue had already formed.
While Elise stood in line she watched families and couples walk by, some visibly stressed, snapping at each other, others talking too loud, excited like little children on their first school outing. A young couple arrived, the man rolling a suitcase. They stopped before the line and the woman threw herself into her companion’s arms and closed her eyes tight, hugging him as if her life were about to stop without him.
Elise moved ahead, the line in front of her shortening, and she noticed another couple walking by a few metres away. As tears streamed down the woman’s face, the man took his wife’s hand and kissed it tenderly, biting his lip as he looked away. Elise turned on her heels and saw yet another man, older this time, saying goodbye to the woman in his life, his pained eyes following her every movement.
The lady behind Elise in the queue gestured for her to make her way to the check-in desk. Elise looked up and saw an attendant was free to take her luggage, the light above his counter green, but somehow her feet had turned to lead and stuck to the floor. She looked down and chuckled. “My feet are saying no. My mind is saying no. And my heart is definitely saying no.” She smiled at the lady in the queue. “You go ahead. I’m not ready to go home.”
Elise left the queue, pulling her luggage behind her. Why she’d ever imagined that it would be easier to leave without Paul by her side was beyond her now. What had possessed her? Leaving Paul was never going to be easy, no matter how or when she did it. No, leaving Paul was the hardest thing she could ever do and she wasn’t prepared to do it like this. She didn’t want to be without him, didn’t want to go home at all even though she loved her country. There had to be a way she could stay longer in Paris. She’d probably lose her airfare—she was sure her insurance wouldn’t cover heartbreak—but it was worth every cent. You couldn’t put a price on love.
Suddenly her phone rang. She fumbled around her bag for it and saw it was Paul. He was probably going to blast her. There were already missed calls on it, too—all from Paul—although she hadn’t heard the phone ring earlier. She must have been in a noisy part of the airport.
She took a deep breath. “Hello?”
“Where are you?”
“I’m really, really sorry, Paul. I don’t know why I thought it would be easier to leave without you by my side. I’d give anything to be with you now.”
“Where are you?”
“At the airport.”
“Where at the airport?”
“Where? In the outer circular corridor near the Singapore Airlines check-in.”
“Oh, you are too!”
Frowning, Elise peered ahead. She searched through the unknown faces and then the sea of people opened up and there stood Paul, handsome, warm, tall, glorious Paul, Paul who made her heart beat faster, Paul who made her melt, Paul she couldn’t leave. She dropped her bags and ran towards him, her heart exploding with both happiness and surprise as he rushed to her, too.
He picked her up and spun her around in his arms and she laughed and laughed as people moved away from her dangling feet. He finally put her down, lifted her face to his and kissed her and her whole body trembled with delight. She could have sworn that her soul did, too. He wrapped his hand around hers and her tears came fast like a river through a broken dam. She sobbed with joy for she was with him again, and she sobbed with sorrow for she was uncertain of what the future might hold for the two of them.
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “I’ll stay longer. I’ll find another course to do. I have a little money that I could use for that.”
She held her breath, hoping to see those perfect lips of his curl into an even more perfect smile. Instead, he remained serious and frowned.
“That money is for your own café, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but that dream won’t me make happy if it has to be without you.”
“And what would happen at the end of the next course you do here? You’d be in the same position only broke. No, that won’t do. It won’t do at all.”
Her stomach churned with disappointment. She hung her head. “You came to say goodbye.” She nodded. After all he was right. If she spent all her money to stay longer she’d be in the same position a few months from now. She wanted to curl up on the floor and sob.
He placed his hands, those strong, loving hands, on her shoulders and she couldn’t help but think that it was the very last time.
“I couldn’t ever sit back and watch you use all your money to stay a little longer. There’s no way I’d let you give up on your dreams to be with me.” He rubbed his nose. “There is another option though, one I’d prefer by far. It might not solve your visa issues instantly but I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
“Tell me.”
“We could follow our dreams together.”
She drew a breath as he kneeled in front of her and took her right hand in his. “I love you, Elise. I have from the very first moment I laid eyes on you. I’m not rich. I’m not famous. All I can offer you is my heart but if you’ll have it, marry me.”
She let out a sound of disbelief and gazed at the crowd that had gathered around them. It was much more than she’d expected, more than she’d dared dream of, and she froze, unable to speak the words that were lost in the corridors of her mind. There was so much to feel; her heart in her throat, the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks, the joy ready to explode from her chest.
Paul must have taken it for hesitation. “We don’t have to live in France. We can open a café in Australia, the two of us, if you like. I’ve talked to Nicole. She’ll let me take Christine. But if you want to stay here, we could run the Café des Amoureux together. Julie is giving it to me. It would be yours as much as mine.”
“He’s handsome,” said an elderly lady in the crowd.
“Say yes,” yelled a young man. “Or I’ll marry him!”
Elise laughed with the crowd, pulled Paul to his feet and, cupping her hands tenderly around his face, kissed him with all the passion that was bursting inside her. “Yes,” she cried. “Oui, oui, oui, oui, oui! I will be Madame Fontaine. I don’t care where I live as long as I’m with you, but I do have a penchant for running Le Café des Amoureux.”
“You do?”
She grinned.
“So do I,” he said.
This time he kissed her like a king and she melted in his arms to the cheers of the onlookers.
Once they’d come back down to Earth, Paul and Elise returned hand in hand to where Elise had dropped her luggage a few metres away and collected it.
“There’s only one thing I regret,” said Paul as they exited through the glass doors.
“What’s that?”
“That I didn’t ask you sooner.”
He squeezed her hand as they stepped out of the airport and into a much brighter day together under the Parisian sun. “Welcome home, my darling.”
She squeezed his hand in response, her heart bursting with the kind of happiness that comes but once in a lifetime.
That he hadn’t asked her sooner didn’t matter in the slightes
t. Tears of pain had turned to tears of joy, an end had become a beginning and two hearts now beat as one.
That was all that mattered.
Glossary
Most of the French words and expressions used in this book are set out below for ease of reference. Please note the pronunciation is explained through a rather loose use of phonetics and is nothing more than a fun guide.
You can’t beat listening to a native French speaker to get it right. For accuracy try the internet, your French neighbour, or better still, enjoy a trip to France!
FRENCH
PRONUNCIATION
ENGLISH
absolument
absol-oo-mon
absolutely
arrondissement
aron-diss-mon
area of a city, administrative district
au revoir
oh rev-oo-ar
good-bye
australienne
ostralee-ayne
Australian (feminine)
bonjour
bonjoor
hello/good day
bonne soirée
bon sua-ray
good evening
boulettes de viande
boo-let-de-vee-ond
meatballs
ça rigole
sa reegoll
you’re laughing/there’s laughter
ça suffit
sa soo-fee
that’s enough
c’est
say
it is
charcuterie
shar-coo-tree
small goods shop
chasseur
sha-sir
hunter (the hunter’s chicken)
Chez Jojo
shay jojo
(At) Jojo’s
chouquette
shoo-ket
pastry puff
comment allez-vous?
comon-talay-voo
how are you?
compagnie
com-pa-nee
company
confit de canard
con-fee de canar
preserved duck
crise cardiaque
creeze cardiac
heart attack
croque-madame
croc madamm
croque-monsieur with egg on top
croque-monsieur
croc muh-see-uh
grilled ham and cheese sandwich
de rien
de ree-en (nasal)
you’re welcome (it’s nothing)
double-entendres
doobleu-on-ton-dre
dual meaning
elle
elle
she
elle est
elle ay
she is
elle vient de tomber
el vien de tombay
she’s only just fallen
enchanté(e)
on-shon-tay
pleased to meet you (enchanted)
entrez
ontray
come in
établissement
ay-ta-bliss-mon
establishment/business
excusez-moi
ex-coo-say-mwa
excuse me
famille
fa-mee
family
filet
fee-lay
trickle (also means fillet)
fromagerie
fromash-ree
cheese shop
incroyable
ancrwa-yab-le
incredible
j’ai faim
jay fah (nasal)
I’m hungry
je ne sais quoi
je ne say kwa
I don’t know what (something indescribable)
la dame du restaurantla
dam du resto-ron
the lady from the restaurant
l’australienne
los-tra-lee-enne
the Australian
Madame
madam
Mrs, Madam
Mademoiselle
madam-wazelle
Miss
maman
ma-mon
mum
mamie
ma-mee
nanna
ma petite chérie
ma pe-teet sherry
my little darling
marché aux fleurs
marshay-o-fler
flower markets
merde
maird
shit
Monsieur
muh-see-uh
Mr, Sir
non
no (nasal)
no
oui
wee
yes
papa
papa
daddy/dad
parisienne
pa-ree-sea-enne
Parisian
parler anglais
par-lay onglay
speak English
pâtisserie
pa-tease-ree
cake shop
plat du jour
pla-doo-joor
lunch special (dish of the day)
pourquoi
poor-kwa
why
poussez
poo-say
push
quartier latin
car-tee-ay la-tan
Latin quarter
qui c’est?
key say?
who is it?
ratatouille
rat-a-too-ee
dish of zucchini, tomatoes and eggplant
rendez-vous
ron-day-voo
appointment
rue Mouffetard
roo moof-tar
Mouffetard street
seulement
solmon
only
sorcière
sor-see-air
witch
Sacré Coeur
sa-cray-kerr
Sacred Heart (basilica)
terrasse
tayrass
outdoor seating area
toilettes
twa-let
restrooms
une minute s’ilvous-plaît
oon minoot sill voo play
just a minute please
vol-au-vent
vollovon
light as air savoury pastry
vite
veet
quick
voilà
vwa-la
there/there you have it
vous avez
voo zavey
you have
vraiment
vray-mon
really
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