Every Time We Say Goodbye Page #2

But of course it was madly brave of you

to go all the way to England...

to enlist when you didn't have to.

Well, it was Canada, actually.

Peter, darling, please tell me. Right now.

Even if the news is bad.

How does a week from Monday

strike you as a wedding day?

Peter and I are going to be married.

We've just been waiting

for him to get permission.

Sarah, be happy for me, please.

Be happy?

When you've lost your mind?

I'm 21! I can do what I want!

I'm entitled to be happy.

You had no right to use me this way!

No right at all.

Sarah, I've ordered some champagne

to celebrate.

- I hope you'll join us.

- Please.

David's agreed to be our best man, darling.

I hope you'll come, too, Sarah.

I know it'd mean a lot to Victoria.

Yes, it would.

Peter, darling, we have so little time.

- Can't we dance?

- Yeah.

Sarah and David will understand.

Well, they certainly do look good together.

I'll give them that.

- Is that a good reason to get married?

- No.

But I think they might say something

about being in love.

Yes.

People do seem to talk about that a lot.

But you're a skeptic

when it comes to love, is that it?

No.

But it is not something

I know very much about.

What was that language

you and Victoria were speaking?

- Spanish.

- Spanish, yeah.

How is it that you happen

to speak Spanish?

It's what we speak at home.

- Your family came from Spain?

- Yes.

- Recently?

- About 400 years ago.

I see.

- They must have some terrific memories.

- Yes.

Why are you staring at me?

Am I staring?

Yeah, I am. I'm sorry. Yes, I was staring.

It's just that you have

the most extraordinary eyes.

Like to dance, little lady?

If you've no objections, mate.

It's up to the young lady.

I'm sorry, I didn't realize he was that drunk.

If you knew he'd been drinking,

why didn't you say anything?

Well, he's probably just on a short leave,

and he's in a tank division now.

And anybody facing going back

inside one of those little metal ovens...

probably has a right

to have a couple of drinks...

and a dance with a pretty girl.

You think I should let a drunken soldier

maul me to show I'm grateful?

No, I'm not implying that.

Look, I would've asked you myself,

except I can't...

because of my leg.

I'm sorry if it was unpleasant for you.

It doesn't matter.

I must be getting home.

Would you explain to them?

Sarah, don't go away mad.

In fact, don't go away at all.

Please, sit. Come on.

I must. Really.

Where are you off to, love? Just one kiss.

- Leave me alone!

- One little kiss.

- Hey, hey, leave her alone!

- Leave me alone.

- Leave me alone, leave me alone.

- One little kiss.

My God. You killed him.

No, I'm afraid not.

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