Splitting Up And Park Hyatt Hotel - Plot & Excerpts
On the way home one rainy November night, gusts of wind were buffeting the car as she drove through Normandy. Her husband was saying that he really didn’t understand a thing about Sophia Coppola’s film. She felt a warm glow inside her emanating from an idea, a crazy idea: she would spend a night in the same hotel as the one in the film. Meet a stranger. And make love with him. Her salary as an accountant in a small transport company wouldn’t even allow her to buy the ticket, so she had to save on everything. No more lunches with the girls, amateur acting classes, bags, or shoes. Off-brand tennis shoes for little Felix and fewer pizzas from downstairs for the whole family. These deprivations, combined with the inheritance from her grandmother, provided her with a little capital. She calculated that in fourteen months she would be able to buy a ticket and pay for two nights in Scarlett Johansson’s hotel room. She told her husband about it.
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