a barely used allotment complex,
beyond Enghien ... at St. Prix.
Eventually only Agnès and I were
turning over the soil. I agreed to
work one day a week in the workshop.
I believe that I mounted a rear light
and a dynamo, but no more than that.
I rehearsed once with the reggae band.
But after they sneered about my
saxophone as ... that horn, I never
showed up again. On the other hand
I became the workshop's treasurer.
I had opened a bank account with the
ominous name Hammer and Sickle.
Not that any financial transaction
went through the account. Laurent
did it all straight cash.
