Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

A Perfect Idiot

161 legs not moving, no sign of seduction, no perfume or excessive makeup, al l of which ruled out the possibi l ity that this was the nth social cl imber who’d left the provinces without her underwear and was ready to go to bed with half of Mi lan to get money and jobs. What then was Mel i Montreux?, a thief, her also?, an unconscious adventuress, who accepted rides from strangers? Inside the car that smel led brand new, he didn’t know who was besides him. Mel i thought once more about the chi ldren and wondered how and when she would see them again. She, too, had a weakness for Odette, who’d left for Beaul ieu-sur-Mer, where a couple with plenty of dough and energy, had obtained guardianship after a long sequence of inspections, either arranged with social workers or improvised, real and true raids on their home as they went through the trial period. Mel i was charged with fol lowing up on several chi ldren, including Odette. She’d been to Beaul ieu to monitor the relationship between the girl and her new parents, how they were treating her, if they were giving her enough to eat, things of that kind. And she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that her judgment, her reports, presented periodical ly to competent offices and the two directors, would be decisive. Was she responsible, therefore, for whatever might happen in the future? Difficult to put things in those terms, especial ly given that people can change, a business man who is self-assured and