Women with Men [antikvár]

1 Martin Austin turned up the tiny street—rue Sarrazin—at the head of which he hoped he would come to a larger one he knew, rue de Vaugirard, possibly, a street he could take all the way to Joséphine Belliard's apartment by the Jardin du Luxembourg. He was on his way to sit with Josephine's son, Léo, while Joséphine visited her lawyers to sign papers divorcing her husband. Later in the evening, he was taking her for a romantic dinner. Joséphine's husband, Bernard, was a cheap novelist who'd published a scandalous book in which Joséphine figured prominently; her name used, her parts indelicately described, her infidelity put on display in salacious detail. The book had recently reached the stores. Everybody she knew was reading it. "Okay. Maybe it is not so bad to write such a book," Joséphine had said the first night Austin had met her, only the week before, when he had also taken her to dinner. "It is his choice to write it. I cause him unhappiness. But to publish this? In Paris? No." She had shaken her head absolutely. "I'm sorry. This is too much. My husband—he is a shit. What can I do? I say goodbye to him." Austin was from Chicago. He was married, with no children, and worked as a sales representative for an old family- 3