The Edge ~ Cheeky you…

Derriere sur une chaise cannée, 1979 by Jeanloup Sieff Diary of Céline Jeurève, February 17, 2048

They say the unpredictable happens, and so it does. Dear Charles arrived late on Friday, all lovely and loving. Monica was here since the night before – and Charles, to his credit, made no comment about the change in the household arrangements that, obviously, he could not not notice: the suddenly intimate atmosphere between the two of us, and then, yes, the room was a bit disorderly…

Dear Charles, we ended up having a super weekend. Monica was… wonderful, frank with Charles, charming, but leaving no doubt on her intentions towards me. What a fool I have been. All this time I thought that she was after Charles! I must say I was surprised, was not prepared. She was an absolute delight, and she was irresistible. I am still wondering how we will cope, the three of us, and particularly I, who did not expect to be at the receiving end of that level of attention. From Charles, yes, that goes without saying, but from Monica? She delighted us with gossip from Milan and Jo’burgh, and her sense of humour is, as ever, so sharp and funny. Charles was so good, a real gentleman, attentive to me and friendly to her. She had the good grace of moving to the spare room on Saturday night, which saved  my face – if nothing else, since she caught up with me while Charles was shaving… I so misjudged her…

Charles’ trip to Kyoto worked out a big success. His interviews went well, and he seemed to be pleased with the reception to his article so far (it will be published in the next issue of the Federation Economic Journal, as well as in Azymuth). I am so proud of him. He’s staying in Paris for the rest of the week, and I look forward to a quieter time with him. He has not made any remark about Monica and me, but I want to make sure he knows where I stand (not sure “stand” is the right word in the circumstances…) Monica is flying back to Milan tonight, then it will be London and New-York. She’s promised to be back in a fortnight. I already know I am going to miss her, and that now, I will be craving for the two of them when I am on my own. Yes, there is work, thank goodness, but still I’ll be waiting for calls, messages, video chats, the trappings of distance loving…

Message from Charles Jeurève to Monica Ross, February 18, 2048

You were perfect. Sweet Céline is in love, I can tell you, she’s such a good girl – but don’t tell me yet, I can wait to talk to you face to face! I’ll call you when you are in London. I am doing some research here for the next few days, probably till the beginning of next week – and taking care of Mrs Jeurève. Have you taught my wife some complicated tricks now? Cheeky you.

Message from Monica Ross to Charles Jeurève, February 19, 2048

Sir, you are Sir, an extremely cheeky boy yourself. And incredibly lucky to be married to such a beautiful and so gifted woman as Céline. But, pray, what are you researching now? Do tell us more about what you are up to, Monsieur Charles. Incidentally, that flat of yours in Vincennes is the perfect place for great loving: spacious (smiles), great light, nice sound system, voluptuous bar… More smiles.

Cheeky me kisses you.

Image: Derrière sur une chaise cannée, 1979, by Jeanloup Sieff

The Edge ~ Céline, de cinq à sept

To the edge (di George Christakis) Diary of Céline Jeurève, February 12, 2048

Charles: how I miss him this maverick husband of mine, he who sends me those erotic little messages that never fail to affect me (in a sweet way)! He has to be away when I am getting more and more anxious – is this how I feel? – about our friend Monica. What are her intentions? Indeed what are Charles’ intentions? Am I becoming paranoid? Is this what the absence of the object of desire does to the ageing woman? Smiling to myself writing this “ageing woman”…

Well, maybe thirty years ago, but not now! Ah the marvel of medicine!

Charles’ last message, when was it? This morning at about three my time! Fortunately I muted the pad so I found those soft words of him at breakfast time, a couple hours later. He said Kyoto was cold, and estimated his return this coming weekend. I want him. Badly.

London, where I was yesterday, is drenched, the whole island is sinking, metaphorically for now, into the sea. Despite the gigantic efforts to control the planet temperature, over the last thirty years, this maybe where our science hits a solid wall, and, this time, not of our own making. Human activities we have now got under control, a development of a mere couple of decades, mind you, and that took a few disasters and a lot of tough work (as well as the disappearance, real this time, of a few “dinosaurs” on the right of Gengis Khan)… But planet engineering still escapes us, redirecting sunlight, recovering the deserts, all this is moving forward but at a slow, far too slow, pace. In the meantime we will soon be mining Mars…

I am lecturing at the Sorbonne, dear old lady, this morning. Will continue tonight. Writing is good for the soul.

Message from Charles Jeurève to his wife Céline, February 13, six am, Tokyo time

The conference went extremely well. It looks as if preparatory work for a formal protocol between the Federation and the Pacific Alliance should start soon. The North-American Union will have an observer too. I confirm my return this Saturday, not sure of the time yet, the shuttles are very busy, and I am privileged to be booked on one of the official European Federation special flights. Still working on the Azymuth article. I miss you too, and no, I do not lust after anyone else, silly girl. Consider yourself well, better than well, loved, by me.

Transcript of video call from Monica Ross to Céline Jeurève, February 14, seven am, Johannesburg

– … I’ll be back to Milan tomorrow early evening… 

Okay, staying there or?

– At least for a day, stuff to reconcile with the local office, but when are you free?

– Charles only coming back on Saturday, don’t know when yet…

– Do you mind if I land on you earlier?

– Of course not, I’m still lecturing today but will finish early – call me when you know will you?

– O yes, I am so pleased, kisses…

– Take care Monica, kiss.

Image: Copyright All rights reserved by George Christakis