One is a memory, one is a betrayal.
I am on the hilltop, by a pool beside the olive trees
There is a lady talking with a prospective client
She is excelling at selling:
The chateau is three thousand euros for the day
And five hundred euros for the pool
The chapel is a thousand euros
Or fifteen hundred if decorated
Everything it seems is ‘extra’
I expect that soon
The gentleman will cease
Asking his leading questions
You want food?
Yes, that will be extra
Good food, or very good food
That also is extra
He says that he, and his wife to be
Want to give a good impression
He doesn’t ask, but I fear
That the ‘good impression’ may also be an extra
Ha, the guest rooms
Yes, they are also an additional cost
And the staff?
Well, of course, they are charged by the hour!
