“I can’t stand Dédé anymore. When he comes home from one of his selling trips, he stays in bed two whole days. Two days in pajamas! Would you put up with that? And the worst is when he wants to fuck. He can’t understand that I don’t enjoy fucking, absolutely not a bit. I should leave him. He spends all his time planning his stupid vacation. In bed in his pajamas and holding an atlas. First he wanted to go to Prague. Now he never mentions it. He found a book about Ireland, and he wants to go there no matter what.”
