When looking at the display of her mobile phone she suddenly stopped. Michelle! This time by text. What the hell was that all about? It was a surprise, since she had left her alone for the last few days. Disgruntled, Adolé dropped herself on the armchair and called up the message announced by the beeping.
"How are you? I need to talk to you. Can I see you?"
"Wow!" it went through Adolé's head sarcastically. "That's almost talkative for her." She raised an annoyed eyebrow and smiled bitterly into herself. She had a lot of nerve to come back to her after all this!
Without thinking about it any further, she typed a few words into her mobile phone and sent the message. "There's nothing to talk about." The rejection felt good. Finally clear conditions! She didn't let any pianist pressure her or play her out. If she had dedicated herself to the joint project from the beginning in the way one would expect an adult to do, many of the problems they now had would not have arisen at all.
In general, Adolé still did not feel quite well and thus not up to the consequences of this failed project. She didn't want to deal with it now either. It was just too early for problems and too late for Michelle. She had had her chance, but preferred to behave infantile and immature. Even though they had become closer, it didn't seem to have had any positive effect on her. Worse, she had only used Adolé and her feelings. A horrible feeling of emptiness and pain was spreading through Adolé.
She switched off the phone and resignedly placed it on her living room table. With her coffee and a book in one hand and two cuddly blankets in the other, she then sat down on her terrace, sighing and trying to distract herself.
It had all been a bit much lately. Too much. When she couldn't concentrate on the book as usual, she put it aside and finally let her tears fall after a long time. The tears should wash all sadness and disappointment out of her system. They should also take away every memory of Michelle and the beautiful, warm, familiar feeling that this woman had caused in addition to all the trouble in Adolé. As beautiful as this one night together had been, as much Michelle had hurt her when she had simply disappeared without a word afterwards.
And now that she wouldn't leave them alone...
What was she thinking?
27.
More days passed in a flash. The autumn wind played with the rustling grass around Adolé's house, and the cloud formations painted ever new patterns in the sky. After the setback on the terrace, after Michelle had called again, Adolé had himself under control again. Although her thoughts kept slipping to Michelle from time to time, Adolé blamed it on the fact that she still couldn't get her mind off it because she didn't have a plausible explanation for everything. She simply did not understand.
It was always easier for her to accept a decision - any decision - if she had a reasonable explanation for it, something she could understand. That wasn't the case here at all, which is why she caught herself thinking here and there and wanted to solve the mystery.
In the end, however, and she knew this, she would have to accept the facts and live with the fact that her affection for Michelle had not met with the response she wanted. Period! So there was no point in continuing to struggle with it. Adolé therefore decided to devote herself to more constructive things, such as her career, which promised both a healthy amount of distraction and a revival of her business, which she now had to stay away from unintentionally for a long time.
So she would leave soon and concentrate again on the essentials as a musician and show star. Just when she had made this decision, there was a timid and barely audible knocking at her door. This was unusual, because guests first had to pass through the iron gate that blocked the entrance to her house long before it was even visible, to get to her. But the doorbell had not rung, she had not opened it for anyone. So it could only be someone she knew and who knew his way around the property, even if she was not expecting him. Maybe it was Roswitha who wanted to surprise her.
Quite surprised but relaxed she went to the front door to open it and fell out of the clouds when suddenly Michelle stood in front of her. Stunned, Adolé took a breath of air to let her surprise and anger run free, but Michelle tried to beat her to the punch.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to attack you like this...", she started to explain and raised her hand in a calming manner, but Adolé did not accept these attempts at calming down. They bounced off her without effect.
She held firm. She didn't feel like visiting, much less talking. "What's the point? How dare you?! How dare you come onto my property like that. I didn't invite you here. And how did you get past my front gate down the street? The words of the prosecution were gushing out of her. Adolé, in all her manageable size, courageously stood up in front of Michelle, still holding the door with one hand, thus blocking Michelle's access to her house. Her face was serious, her eyes narrowed into slits, her body tense. She was determined t
o do everything, especially to defend her own private realm and protect it from uninvited intruders like Michelle. This was not to sully her with memories, so Adolé continued to stand broad-legged in the door frame of the front door, making herself invincible.
What a nerve! Finally, she could get rid of all her pent-up emotions in a targeted manner. "Please let me explain. ", Michelle rather sheepishly started to explain and made no attempt to leave the entrance area despite all the resistance she encountered. "No, Michelle! Are you hard of hearing?! What's the point of this? Just go," Adolé reigned over her, ignoring the pleading look Michelle gave her.
"That's the limit! What is she doing here anyway?!! “. Adolé's mind was filled with thoughts and her indignation formed a wave of anger that then swept over Michelle and her unannounced presence.
When Michelle wanted to put a hand on her arm, still stretched out towards the door frame, to appease her, Adolé felt too much pressure for a brief moment and overreacted reflexively. A short scuffle ensued. Adolé tried to fend off Michelle's touch with a somewhat too violent blow and then to escape the situation with a quick turn. Michelle, on the other hand, skilfully avoided the blow and checkmated Adolé by holding her arm, which she somehow managed to grab - fortunately the right one, which was not exactly broken - and turning it on its back. Michelle held the other arm comparatively loosely on her wrist, so that Adolé was completely incapacitated.
So for a few seconds both stood firmly embraced opposite each other in the entrance to Adolé's house. Their breasts touched, Michelle's arms were tightly wrapped around Adolé. But Adolé could hardly calm her down, despite or perhaps because of the restriction in her freedom of movement, and began to try to escape this embarrassing spectacle by screaming and squirming. This hurt, especially in her left, bruised arm, but the adrenaline that her rage had meanwhile produced made her hardly notice the pain. Amazingly, Michelle was able to withstand Adolé's angry twists and attempts to free her again and again.
That made Adolé even more upset. She let her angry emotions run wild. "Michelle! This has gone too far. Let go of me!"
"Not until you let me talk to you!" the Frenchwoman returned rigorously.
"There's nothing to talk about. It's all said. You had your chance. I told you everything that mattered the other night, that's all I have to add to it!"
"But I have something else to tell you which you didn't give me the opportunity to say that night."
"Excuse me, please," Adolé replied sarcastically, still in the forced grip of the Frenchwoman, "but I was not in the mood. I'm not interested anymore. Besides: I was busy!"
Again, Adolé struggled wildly to free himself from this predicament, but the somewhat smaller Michelle gave her all to hold Adolé as tightly as possible.
So they were constantly touching each other and confronting each other again and again, a situation that Adolé had longed for just a few weeks ago. Now she found this closeness irritating, especially since she noticed that something was happening inside her despite all her foaming anger.
It was a mystery to her where Michelle took this almost unexpected power from. She didn't consider herself so powerless, but she had no chance to get out of this situation.