Finally, he was returning to Paris. He was accompanied by his son Absolom, with fourteen years only. The mother of Absolom, an opera singer with a decadent voice, was in a different mood and abandoned father and son. Absolom was the last evidence of a great love he had for Ayer and he did everything to make his son happy. At least he believed.They settled in a relatively humble hotel Neptune, rue Godefroy because it was relatively near the École Nationale Supérieur des Arts et Métiers. They put the bags in the third floor room, and then immediately he asked his son:
– Wait for me here in the room, please, while I go to the reception.
The son made an indifferent face, as if it didn’t matter what the father said. He was there to to meet Lyhywoütz that evening, precisely in the Church of Saint Sulpice. He knew Lyhywoütz despised anyone who was late to a meeting and quickened his pace down the impatient service stairs to wait for the elevator. Shortly after, he returned to the room. The bedroom door was open but he was delayed just a few minutes downstairs. His heart start to pump fastly, breathless. He descended the stairs of the room again, this time in large jumps from each successive level. His heart throbbed busy and had start sweating abundantly when he reached the ground floor. He looked in all directions and had not a glimpsed of Absolom.
Again, he inquired the receptionist.
– Have you seen a young boy, a teenager, leaving the hotel?
The receptionist made a sign of denial and strangeness and continued reading the newspaper. He returned anxious to the third floor, this time taking the elevator that had just arrived at the entrance at that moment. He inspected the room that stood with the door open. Nobody was there. The bags were still in the same place where they were dropped. He went off through the stairs, in an uproar again, but this time, he heard the sounds of someone on the run. Absolom was fleeing to the ground floor. – Son, wait. Son, wait for me!
Absolom opened the door of the tower of the service stairwells and he came back. The kid was already in the street and he approached him with a fast pace.
– Son, wait! What’s up? Where are you going? Wait! Absolom for the first time stopped and faced him with an icy stare.
– Let me go on my way! I am already a man and have my life to live!
– But son, you’re still a kid, a child …
– You’re wrong …You, adults, are deadly wrong…I want to live alone.
Absolom continues to march, embarking into the avenue with full traffic. The cars honked, but Absolom insisted to take the risk. He was walking behind, breathless. He sees a cyclist and pray:
– Grab my son, please! The rider continues its travel, astonished.