CHAPTER 18
It had gone eight o'clock at night. Jasmine got up and she had fallen asleep without realising how tired she was. She looked around to see where Paul had gone and looked into the lounge and kitchen but she didn't see him. Jasmine was anxious and she ran to the window to see him outside standing still. Jasmine grabbed her coat and met him on the ground floor. Paul was standing on the edge of the car park when Jasmine joined him. They looked to each other and she could see that he was troubled.
Jasmine looked to him and said "What's up?"
Paul said looking at her "I am just a bit overwhelmed by everything that has happened. I needed some air, you were asleep and I didn't want to bother you."
Jasmine looked to him with sympathy "You need space to cope."
Paul looked to her with concern "Are you alright?"
Jasmine "Yes of course I'm fine. Listen we need to get to Paris tomorrow as I have said to you. I will put you in my apartment. Whoever has killed my uncle are not interested in you."
Paul looked to her unsure of what she meant "What makes you say that? I have seen a lot of what you have seen."
Jasmine looked to Paul as a cool breeze rustled distant trees "You have but I would rather keep you out of the picture for now, I need you to be safe. Tomorrow I need to speak to some people."
Jasmine walked over and faced Paul "Do you understand me?"
Paul nodded in agreement "Yes."
Jasmine continued "Lets go back inside I have got some stew on the go."
They both walked back into the apartment together. They both sat down to a beef stew. Jasmine switched on the TV and she found the film Monsieur Hulot's Holiday and it was one of her favourite comedic films by Jacques Tati.
Paul was intrigued as he sat down and wondered why she was laughing. Jasmine explained to Paul what the comedy was about.
"Its about the dimwit Monsieur Hulot who goes on a mandatory August holiday and it lampoons French political and economic classes."
Paul nodded as he sat watching the film.
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