No Regrets a story by Jeremy Patton
No Regrets A Story by Jeremy Patton ( Edith Piaf was born in December 1915 on, according to her autobiography, a gendarme’s cape. This is his story .) I love Babette, of course I do, we are married after all, and I have no regrets about that. And she loves me too, but sometimes she shocks me. Where did she learn to swear like that? She isn’t a fish wife, her father was a well respected policeman, but when she’s angry, nothing holds her back. Last night is a fine example. I got in from my shift at midnight, an hour later than I should have, and before she could start, I handed her my cape and told her to wash it. Yes “told”. Why would I “ask” her? She’s my wife for goodness sake, I don’t walk the streets of Paris to do my own washing. The guys at the gendarmerie would have a good laugh at that. Anyway, it wasn’t being told what to do that set her off, it was the state of my cape. It was slimy, bloody and shitty. I didn’t help matters, she couldn...