and to demonstrate some sort of competence, I believe I should explain:
"Yes, because of the war. There are now more women than men."
"It's not just that, actually. But those who remain don't commit. They're good for a dinner, a night, and that's it."
I understand that the romantic affairs of these ladies are going very poorly. It's a general situation, by the way.
"However," Marie-Louise continues, "here comes my Yvette one day, wearing a fur coat, just like Liseron's, a wristwatch, just like Liseron's, a pretty watch with a 'Fix' title, well, just like Liseron, you know. And she tells her that she has found a friend."
"You know," she says to her, "I have also found a serious friend; he has set me up with my furniture! He's a doctor, my friend."
"He's a doctor?" says Liseron. "Funny, mine too, he's a doctor. Bring him to the theater, he'll see the amusing play."
"He doesn't want to come."
"Same as mine, always."
"It doesn't matter, I'll introduce him to you. Perhaps, sir, Yvette wasn't unhappy to impress Liseron a bit, in turn, as Liseron always talked about her friend. In short, they arrange a meeting for the two of them. Yvette says:
"Bring your friend too."
"I'll try if he's back. He announced his departure to me. It's been three weeks since I've heard from him."
Since Liseron's friend hasn't returned from his trip yet, she goes alone to the meeting arranged by Yvette, who was waiting with her friend. And do you know who Yvette's doctor friend was?
"It was also Liseron's doctor!"
And Marie-Louise looks at me with surprise:
"You guessed it! Did you already know the story?"
