Victoria, Justine Triet, 2016
Dear Victoria,
How are you? I hope your staying away from the Lexomil. The last thing you need is a redo of the last time. You know, when you had to take cocaine to go to court because you took one too many pills the night before. Good thing your babysitter/boyfriend is an ex-drug dealer.
Still, you managed to be a boss ass bitch while high as a kite in front of a judge, saving your friendâs ass from his psycho girlfriend with the help of a jealous dog and a wedding photographer who happens to be a monkey. WHAAAAAAAAAT. You sure got an acute sense for drama; your babysitter/boyfriend/ex-client/ex-drug dealer is right on that.
Your life is a fine mess. Speaking of, you pass the bechdel test because you have one (1) friend who doesnât talk about any man (but I had to check Wikipedia for her name, thatâs how often you see her), thatâs nice and everything but you NEED to give a proper name to your daughters. âGirlsâ is a bit too generic, you know. You might lose them⊠if you ever get out of the apartment with them. You know, like a regular mom.
Hereâs a website with lots of them if youâre having a hard time finding names: http://www.parents.fr/prenoms/top-100-des-prenoms-de-filles-100989
And maybe get them to wear clothes, once in a while. They need to get used to it. In the end theyâll have to wear some, if they ever get out of your apartment.
Which, by the way, you need to tidy. Like buy some furniture to store all those files. Itâs not that HARD.
Donât forget to write back once you found names for your daughters, Iâm quite curious to know what youâll come up with.
Love,
Elodie
PS: Fuck that ex-husband of yours. You did good divorcing him. Donât let him pick the names, I donât trust him.













