The first time I met my beau, was when, with panache ,he walked into the curio shop. Out of a thousand figurines artifacts, he chose my petite physique. It was love at first sight, ‘ a coup de foudre ‘. Wrapping his soft hands round my bust, we bustled out into the avenues and boulevards of romantic Paris . After zigzagging through the bustling traffic, we reached his motel. He gently placed me on the chaise longue and went to have a douche. I heard him singing ” Frère Jacques…frère Jacques…dormez vous…dormez vous..” I fell asleep.
Years later, I found myself in a posh place, on top of a mantle piece. Suddenly, the door opens and my beau, holding a bottle of Beaujolais enters the room with panache, followed by a Coquette brunette. Once inside the milieu, my bonhomme broke the silence and with bonhomie said
JFK– ” Mademoiselle, you are a quite pretty hackette. I am spellbound by your intellect . Shakespeare used to say ” loving goes by haps…some cupids kill with arrows…some with traps .
Jackeline- ” with me, there are no arrows nor traps but a mighty pen expressing body language which only lovers can understand. I am flattered by your bon mot juste. ” As they were making their adieu, he said – ” you may call me Jack ” to which she replied: ” you may call me Jackie ”
The rest is history. They got married. Had children. He became John. F KENNEDY, the 35th President of the USA , and she , the first lady Jackeline Bouvier.
One night, my debonair Jack took me for a promenade. Under cover of darkness and after 39 detours, we reached our destination. A dumb blonde woman with a sexy voice opened the door and the following conversation took place :
Marilyn Monroe – ” Did you come alone? ” .
JFK – ” No, brought with me Bob and FBI ” .
MM: ” Oh my God. Are we having a triple entente cordiale? Are you sure, they will not sabotage or blackmail us .
JFK – ” No, without a shadow of doubt.
MM- ” Good. Let us start with champagne and then dance. Any tune? .
JFK- ” Waltz from Vienna ” . M- ” Make me laugh ” .
JFK- ” Are u a Virgo? .
MM- ” No but a notorious vertigo. Do you know that you have a ‘ je ne sais pas quoi ‘ quality , rarely found in mankind. You have the power to make me feel a new sensation which I never felt before. I hope this time, I’m not falling in love with the wrong man. Do you like brunettes? .
JFK- ” Gentlemen prefer blondes. Some like it hot but I like to be free like a buzzing bee, deflowering flower after flower and sucking it’s juice dry . What about you? ” .
MM.- ” Me, I like to be a first lady and bear a child. Do you remember when I sung you ‘happy Birthday ‘ in a sultry voice? What did you feel? .
JFK- “I felt as if I flew to the moon and came back safely to earth, within a few seconds. It was like a mental liaison présidentielle.
MM-” As to me , I sinned to find someone to love. I have had ups and down and in-between feelings, but now that I found you, I will not let go . You are meant for me.
JFK-” let’s give it more time .
MM- ” I prefer to die young than grow old with wrinkles. Does Jackie knows about us?
JFK-” Perhaps suspicious. We have a downhill relationship. Seven years itch (pointing to a niche door) where does this thing lead to ? ”
MM-” To the pleasure garden but keep away from the rear window.
JFK-” it looks like a strange freight to me. What is this rope behind the torn curtain? ”
MM- To catch a thief . Let’s go in . Do ‘t bother to knock.
JFK-” Is this a dress rehearsal? .
MM- ” It’s a body double. ”
JFK-” Oriental double trouble. It’s time to go.
MM -” Pitty someone got to go. Can I see you or phone you? ” .
JFK-” If we meet, act as if we are strangers on a train and if you want to phone , just dial M and say ‘ Elstree is calling ”.
MM- ” you just hitchhiked Hitchcock. ” . When Jack abandoned the house and looked back, he saw , for the last time, the bimbo standing in an akimbo position.
Time passed and one night, the forces of darkness shadowed Marilyn’s bedroom. Pills were scattered everywhere. She heard voices , took a pen and started writing in a macabre way : [ Though worshipped by millions … and a bombshell Icon…yet the only one I loved…did not reciprocate my love…He is one in a billion…embodying Don Juan, Valentino…and Casa Nova .. all squeezed into one… I remember the flow of your kisses..cascading my feelings..like the Niagara falls..echoing goose bumps pimples…throughout my naked body …when with you, my non pareil..my heart beats double in count…counting the seconds to meet again… Soon I’ll plunge into the unknown..the river of no return…Adieu my love .Forgive me.
..For life is not worth living …when your heart is broken bad.. See you soon and don’t be long….Go chisel on my grave ..warm words of love on ice cold stone.]
With a cri de coeur , her light extinct. The lady vanishes , and leave behind, a private number, clutched in her cold fist.
Soon later, an assassin’s two bullets prematurely ended Jack’s life and era. The whole world froze and time stood still.
Jackie remarried and took me with her to the honeymoon. One rainy night in an island , I heard Jack singing through the silver sky (to the tune of hang down your head Tom Dooley)
Hang down your head poor Yankee…
hang down your head and cry….
withdraw your love from Jackie…
for she betrayed your pride….
you symbolised her duty…
and shelved her with the saints…
A Greek God called her bluffing…
and stole away your bride.. .
He came riding a Greek ship …
with a Panamanian flag…
He came limping and smiling…
and trojan-horsed your prize….
You then shouted Alala..
but your shout was too late…
They were singing Oh la la …
in the Isle of Scorpi….
There was some rain and thunder…
her bedroom ‘s window smashed…
Jackie closed it and was wet ….
it was her husband’s tears. …
Let them one and all hear me …
Peace Corps lend me your ears….
A plot has killed my body …
Onassis smashed my soul….
Look for the son of John ?
ANTON.T..Kattan .1963.