(With Lee Evens)
He, Lee Evens and his wife, and his wife’s sister, Juliana jump on a jet in St. Paul, Minnesota, to Paris, France, where Lee has been four times, and it appears, he had a whim of an obsession after a dream to go back there again on the spur of the moment.
It is five p.m., they arrive three a.m., when they arrive in Paris, they go to a hotel, and Lee he walks the streets, the stone Streets. Juliana comes along on a fluke, to get away from her boring and somewhat tiring husband. Tiring in the sense he is emotionless to her needs, and perhaps a little indifferent, they’ve been married 15-years, Lee, going on nine, he and his wife travel together, she’s like a flee suck on a dogs tail, his tail, but Lee doesn’t complain.
It is 4:00 a.m., in the morning, and Lee is walking around Paris by himself, his wife, Patty Ann, is sleeping, as is Juliana. He finds a door open to a factory, slightly open that is, and goes into it, he is dressed like a designer of cloths you might say, soave, like hot shot writer, with an atmosphere of arrogance that seems to encircle him, as he is a writer, and journalist himself, and that look is for the most part, or has become for the most part, part of his daily look.
Now in this four-level building, people seem to overlook that he is there, and he walks about, looking here and there, and seeing sheet metal workers, and an empty assemble-line, along with tools machinists items, apparatus, gear and devises and objects used for producing cars, and different sorts of workers, but mostly the plant is empty, just scattered workers, as if they were preparing for tomorrows shift, the morning shift.
On the third floor he spots a man heavy set, perhaps six-foot tall, flat looking face, not too smart, a beer belly type of fellow, and he talks to him, the young man in his early 30s, Lee sixty-one; the young man, thinking Lee is a manager or some kind of official looking about, engineer perhaps, making sure everything is operational, gets a little friendly with Lee, and jokingly says,
“Watch, I can swing on the this pipe, and he does so, and the pipe shifts, away from the safety zone, into the open area below one floor, below, where people are working, not realizing the pipe is movable, it gets too far out from the safe zone, and now the young worker is worried how he will get back, he is a janitor. Lee, stretches his hand out, almost on his knees, to move the wiggly pipe back to the platform, The young man has a slight worried face that he might tell someone of his practical joke, which was for some odd reason, showing off, but Lee, smiles to release him of that worry.
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Lee, finds himself getting a phone call the following morning from a gay manager, who wants to show him the rest of the plant? Johannes, the young bulky man, saved Lee’s card, showing he was a writer and journalist, whom had given it to Hymen, and he meets him, and as they are walking around the plant, Hymen, puts his hands around Lee, and Lee quickly puts a stop to that. Hymen smiles, says,
“I guess I was thinking…” he doesn’t finish the sentence—he doesn’t need to, he knows Lee is not gay, and Lee knows Hymen is now, but Lee is not belligerent about it matter-of-fact, he is quite contained, and cool about it, and Hymen, continues with the show of the plant, and then goes to show him a brown and chrome shinning roadster, there are two of them, and the older gentlemen, with an apron on the foreman, does not want Lee to take a picture, he is not gay, thinking Lee is because Hymen, is, and he being quite critical in this area, shows distain toward Lee, although Hymen is an executive officer, and the older man, Thomas, is himself a foreman, Hymen leaves it alone without protest.
The show now is over, for the most part, and Hymen, introduces Lee to Mr. Gordon Gunderson, a German in France running the plant, next to the highest person at the plant, the assistant to the General Manager.
“How did you like the plant, Mr. Lee?” asked Gordon with a warm smile.
“Quiet well,” says Lee, adding, “Hymen was a good guide, but I see the foreman, called Thomas, wouldn’t allow me to take a picture of the Roadster, not sure why? I mean if I was going to buy it, I’d have to show it to my wife, wouldn’t I?”
“Quite right, absolutely,” says Gordon, “do you realize the car runs $190,000-dollars?” adds Gordon to his dialogue.
“No,” says Lee, “but it looks like it’s worth it…!” he hymns out—at the end of his dialogue.
“Follow me,” says Gordon, and thus, both Lee and Hymen follow Gordon Gunderson down to the department where Otis Thomas works, sees Mr. Thomas, and Mr. Thomas sees all three, but his eyes remain on the face of Gordon’s,
“Take you picture Mr. Lee,” says Gordon, and Thomas just smiles,
“Can I…help…” says Thomas, as if he was going to shine a certain area, or for that matter any area Gordon found needed to be shinned.
Lee takes the clean rag from Thomas’ hand, and cleans two spots on the roadster, and takes the picture, actually he takes two.
“Very well,” says Gordon, “I hope you have what you want, and your wife will like what she sees.”
Thomas, goes back to wiping the car down, that really doesn’t need anymore whipping.
●
That afternoon, after Lee had left the plant, he gets another phone call from Hymen on behalf of Gordon, and is asked out for late lunch, at 2:00 p.m., and told to bring his wife along, and anyone else in his party, Lee explains, Juliana, his sister-in-law, may wish to come along, and Hymen, who is doing the asking, says,
“Fine, it will be just fine, Gordon wants to take you to a fine restaurant for lunch, and if you wish, we can take you to our hairstylist, your wife and sister-in-law may appreciate it, she does a great job.”
No comment is really needed, and they meet at a corner near the Café de Flora, and Juliana, says (after they have had introductions and a small conversation between the five),
“Gordon, Hymen mentioned you had a hairstylist, she’d quite fine I’m sure if she is yours, and I’d like to have my hair done, just trimmed a bit, washed and dried, and blown out before we go eat, it should only take a hour, is that ok?”
“Why sure Juliana,” says Gordon, with an apprehensive look at Lee to see if he was satisfied, and once he nodded his head up and down, and smiled, so did Gordon, and so did Juliana, and henceforward they went up onto the second floor gallery shop area, and there was the lovely thirtieth, girl named Sophia. Between Juliana, and Sophia, introductions were made quickly, both about the same age, both with shapely bodies, both talkative, both seemingly on common ground, and both at ease with each other, neither did each of them have children.
Gordon showed the gallery area of shops to Patty and Lee, as Hymen tagged along, there were several shops on the floor, as Juliana got her hair done, which during the process a lot of conversation took place, and upon their return, Juliana said, quite frankly,
“Sophia is going to close her shop Lee, and I won’t be making it to lunch with you folks, we’re going to eat at her place, she wants to show me her etchings, if you don’t mind.”
Well Hymen knew exactly what that meant, Patty was dumbfounded, and Lee was catching on little by little.
“Well—what can I say,” says Lee, “will we be seeing you later on?”
“Of course,” said Juliana, “but who knows in this world what may develop!”
And she laughed, as they walked out the door holding each others hands (and she never left Paris, thereafter.)
Written: 12-17-2008
He, Lee Evens and his wife, and his wife’s sister, Juliana jump on a jet in St. Paul, Minnesota, to Paris, France, where Lee has been four times, and it appears, he had a whim of an obsession after a dream to go back there again on the spur of the moment.
It is five p.m., they arrive three a.m., when they arrive in Paris, they go to a hotel, and Lee he walks the streets, the stone Streets. Juliana comes along on a fluke, to get away from her boring and somewhat tiring husband. Tiring in the sense he is emotionless to her needs, and perhaps a little indifferent, they’ve been married 15-years, Lee, going on nine, he and his wife travel together, she’s like a flee suck on a dogs tail, his tail, but Lee doesn’t complain.
It is 4:00 a.m., in the morning, and Lee is walking around Paris by himself, his wife, Patty Ann, is sleeping, as is Juliana. He finds a door open to a factory, slightly open that is, and goes into it, he is dressed like a designer of cloths you might say, soave, like hot shot writer, with an atmosphere of arrogance that seems to encircle him, as he is a writer, and journalist himself, and that look is for the most part, or has become for the most part, part of his daily look.
Now in this four-level building, people seem to overlook that he is there, and he walks about, looking here and there, and seeing sheet metal workers, and an empty assemble-line, along with tools machinists items, apparatus, gear and devises and objects used for producing cars, and different sorts of workers, but mostly the plant is empty, just scattered workers, as if they were preparing for tomorrows shift, the morning shift.
On the third floor he spots a man heavy set, perhaps six-foot tall, flat looking face, not too smart, a beer belly type of fellow, and he talks to him, the young man in his early 30s, Lee sixty-one; the young man, thinking Lee is a manager or some kind of official looking about, engineer perhaps, making sure everything is operational, gets a little friendly with Lee, and jokingly says,
“Watch, I can swing on the this pipe, and he does so, and the pipe shifts, away from the safety zone, into the open area below one floor, below, where people are working, not realizing the pipe is movable, it gets too far out from the safe zone, and now the young worker is worried how he will get back, he is a janitor. Lee, stretches his hand out, almost on his knees, to move the wiggly pipe back to the platform, The young man has a slight worried face that he might tell someone of his practical joke, which was for some odd reason, showing off, but Lee, smiles to release him of that worry.
●
Lee, finds himself getting a phone call the following morning from a gay manager, who wants to show him the rest of the plant? Johannes, the young bulky man, saved Lee’s card, showing he was a writer and journalist, whom had given it to Hymen, and he meets him, and as they are walking around the plant, Hymen, puts his hands around Lee, and Lee quickly puts a stop to that. Hymen smiles, says,
“I guess I was thinking…” he doesn’t finish the sentence—he doesn’t need to, he knows Lee is not gay, and Lee knows Hymen is now, but Lee is not belligerent about it matter-of-fact, he is quite contained, and cool about it, and Hymen, continues with the show of the plant, and then goes to show him a brown and chrome shinning roadster, there are two of them, and the older gentlemen, with an apron on the foreman, does not want Lee to take a picture, he is not gay, thinking Lee is because Hymen, is, and he being quite critical in this area, shows distain toward Lee, although Hymen is an executive officer, and the older man, Thomas, is himself a foreman, Hymen leaves it alone without protest.
The show now is over, for the most part, and Hymen, introduces Lee to Mr. Gordon Gunderson, a German in France running the plant, next to the highest person at the plant, the assistant to the General Manager.
“How did you like the plant, Mr. Lee?” asked Gordon with a warm smile.
“Quiet well,” says Lee, adding, “Hymen was a good guide, but I see the foreman, called Thomas, wouldn’t allow me to take a picture of the Roadster, not sure why? I mean if I was going to buy it, I’d have to show it to my wife, wouldn’t I?”
“Quite right, absolutely,” says Gordon, “do you realize the car runs $190,000-dollars?” adds Gordon to his dialogue.
“No,” says Lee, “but it looks like it’s worth it…!” he hymns out—at the end of his dialogue.
“Follow me,” says Gordon, and thus, both Lee and Hymen follow Gordon Gunderson down to the department where Otis Thomas works, sees Mr. Thomas, and Mr. Thomas sees all three, but his eyes remain on the face of Gordon’s,
“Take you picture Mr. Lee,” says Gordon, and Thomas just smiles,
“Can I…help…” says Thomas, as if he was going to shine a certain area, or for that matter any area Gordon found needed to be shinned.
Lee takes the clean rag from Thomas’ hand, and cleans two spots on the roadster, and takes the picture, actually he takes two.
“Very well,” says Gordon, “I hope you have what you want, and your wife will like what she sees.”
Thomas, goes back to wiping the car down, that really doesn’t need anymore whipping.
●
That afternoon, after Lee had left the plant, he gets another phone call from Hymen on behalf of Gordon, and is asked out for late lunch, at 2:00 p.m., and told to bring his wife along, and anyone else in his party, Lee explains, Juliana, his sister-in-law, may wish to come along, and Hymen, who is doing the asking, says,
“Fine, it will be just fine, Gordon wants to take you to a fine restaurant for lunch, and if you wish, we can take you to our hairstylist, your wife and sister-in-law may appreciate it, she does a great job.”
No comment is really needed, and they meet at a corner near the Café de Flora, and Juliana, says (after they have had introductions and a small conversation between the five),
“Gordon, Hymen mentioned you had a hairstylist, she’d quite fine I’m sure if she is yours, and I’d like to have my hair done, just trimmed a bit, washed and dried, and blown out before we go eat, it should only take a hour, is that ok?”
“Why sure Juliana,” says Gordon, with an apprehensive look at Lee to see if he was satisfied, and once he nodded his head up and down, and smiled, so did Gordon, and so did Juliana, and henceforward they went up onto the second floor gallery shop area, and there was the lovely thirtieth, girl named Sophia. Between Juliana, and Sophia, introductions were made quickly, both about the same age, both with shapely bodies, both talkative, both seemingly on common ground, and both at ease with each other, neither did each of them have children.
Gordon showed the gallery area of shops to Patty and Lee, as Hymen tagged along, there were several shops on the floor, as Juliana got her hair done, which during the process a lot of conversation took place, and upon their return, Juliana said, quite frankly,
“Sophia is going to close her shop Lee, and I won’t be making it to lunch with you folks, we’re going to eat at her place, she wants to show me her etchings, if you don’t mind.”
Well Hymen knew exactly what that meant, Patty was dumbfounded, and Lee was catching on little by little.
“Well—what can I say,” says Lee, “will we be seeing you later on?”
“Of course,” said Juliana, “but who knows in this world what may develop!”
And she laughed, as they walked out the door holding each others hands (and she never left Paris, thereafter.)
Written: 12-17-2008
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