— Your husband earns a very good living, Sophie.

Stop being so selfish.

Claire’s sentence landed in the middle of the brasserie like a slap in the face.

Around our table, 3 former colleagues almost stopped talking.

A spoon clinked against a cup.

I remained motionless, my fingers tightly clasped around my glass of water.

— I didn’t say no to you.

— You’re doing worse.

You’re making me wait.

Claire leaned towards me.

— I need €14,000 before Friday.

Not in two weeks.

Not after a family gathering.

Friday.

We had known each other for 30 years.

We had worked together in a real estate agency in Lyon when we were barely 25 years old.

She had been a witness at my wedding.

I was the godmother of his daughter, Émilie.

She knew my parents, my fears, my weaknesses.

And above all, she knew how difficult it was for me to say no.

— Marc and I have set aside this money to redo the roof of my mother’s house in Ardèche.

Claire rolled her eyes.

— A roof.

— It’s taking on water.

— Sophie, my company can finally take off and you’re talking to me about problems.

— What kind of investment exactly requires €14,000?

Her face lit up.

— A stock of high-end household linen.

A supplier near Cholet is liquidating part of its warehouse.

I buy back the lot, I resell it to independent hotels.

In 6 weeks, I recover almost double.

— Do you already have buyers?

– Obviously.

— Contracts?

She sighed.

— Always the same Sophie.

Do you need a 40-page file to ask you for a favor?

I could already feel the guilt creeping in.

Five years earlier, Claire had borrowed €2,400 from me to, she said, urgently replace her boiler.

Two weeks later, I saw her posting photos from Marrakech.

When I asked her for an explanation, she laughed.

— The trip was already paid for.

I had recovered €1,900 out of the €2,400.

We never spoke again about the missing €500.

Then there was €3,000 to help Emilie pay a deposit.

€1,200 for a car repair.

€800 for a bank overdraft.

Always an emergency.

Always a promise.

It was always me who ended up feeling ashamed to ask for my own money.

Claire crossed her arms.

— I’ll give you back the €14,000 within 45 days.

— I need to talk to Marc about this.

Her smile disappeared.

– Of course.

– What ?

– Nothing.

— Claire.

— It’s simply fascinating.

— What is fascinating?

She turned slightly towards the other women.

— After 30 years of friendship, Sophie has to ask her husband’s permission before helping me.

I felt my cheeks burning.

— These are our shared economies.

— So what?

Marc earns almost €4,000 per month.

— That’s none of your business.

— I’m not that lucky.

I lowered my voice.

— That’s not luck.

Claire gave a short, dry laugh.

– Oh yes ?

You have a stable husband, a house that’s almost entirely paid off, and a son who’s an engineer.

I’m divorced, my business is struggling, and every bank is refusing me business.

— I’m sorry you’re having trouble.

— Non.

You are comfortable.

She picked up her phone.

— You know what?

I’m going to call Lucas.

I suddenly raised my head.

Lucas was my son.

Claire had been her godmother since birth.

– For what ?

— He might be able to remind you what the word family means.

— Don’t do that.

She had already pressed the button on her screen.

— Claire.

She turned on the speakerphone.

– Godmother ?

Lucas’s voice filled the table.

Claire immediately adopted a trembling tone.

— My darling, I’m a little upset.

Your mother refuses to help me even though I risk losing everything I’ve built.

I stood up.

— That’s enough.

Lucas remained silent for 2 seconds.

Then he calmly replied:

— Claire, my parents’ savings don’t belong to you.

She turned pale.

— I didn’t ask for your opinion.

— But you’re the one who just called me.

One of the women at the table looked away to hide a smile.

Claire turned off the speaker.

– Alright.

I see that Marc has trained you both well.

This time, I took my bag.

— I’m going home.

She grabbed my wrist.

— Friday, Sophie.

I gently removed my hand.

— I heard.

In the evening, Marc put down his fork when I told him everything.

— 14 000 € ?

— She says she’ll reimburse us in 45 days.

— And you believe her?

I did not reply.

Marc got up, opened a drawer and took out an old file.

Inside, he had kept the previous transfers.