Bilitis Page #3

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You won't see him until tonight.

And Melissa?

She's taking a bath.

There she is.

- Good morning, Bilitis.

- Good morning.

So you've taken a bath?

- Yes, and you?

- I didn't need it.

Is it true that your husband

won't be back until tonight?

You can call him Pierre.

Yes, he won't be here.

That's good.

Now nobody can bother us.

What have do on?

You will put on a

bathing suit.

What are you waiting for?

- Is it that bad?

- Dreadful.

I will give you of mines.

- On me, it'll still be dreadful.

- Do not do silly, come!

Do you have a sister?

No

I wish that I had.

Come, you can't remain

like that.

The bathing suit is wool,

it will never dry.

I'm used to it, you know.

That's no reason.

You'll catch a cold.

Take that off.

Take it off, there's nobody here.

- You are there...

- But Bilitis...

You could at least help me.

I am dreadful.

I seem a boy. So flat.

I find you nice the way you are.

In school, when then I was your age...

In the dormitory,

where the others slept...

You hurt me.

Does your husband

do that to you?

Stand up!

Listen, stop spying on me,

you hear?

If you have nothing

to do tomorrow...

come to the riding school

and I will give you a lesson.

No thanks, I don't like horses.

I'm afraid of them

I will sleep. Won't you?

You forgot your book.

A book about love.

They no longer love each other

and then they start over.

Goodnight.

Ungrateful age...

No, the beautiful age.

Check.

How did they know

each other, Nanny?

In a riding school.

He gave lessons there.

Did she really fall in

love with him?

First with the horse,

then him afterwards.

I think she made a mistake.

I would have chosen the horse.

Yes. That's something

you can't say.

To who, the horse, or Melissa?

All but please be quiet?

If she was really unhappy...

she wouldn't be as

beautiful as she is, huh?

Dearest Lucas...

No! Not this way! No!

I don't want...

Wait two minutes!

Take your time.

We going to the beach today?

I don't think so.

Why aren't we?

I would love to go.

You're going. I not.

- Why would I go alone?

- You'll see.

Your husband's a brute!

I told you not to spy on me.

It's this house,

you can hear everything.

Once more, Bilitis,

it's my matter, not yours.

And why do you leave by myself?

With your friend you're not alone.

Which friend?

Your boyfriend.

Which boyfriend?

Dear Lucas. Now, you don't have

to write anything in your letter.

- Lucas?

- I said that.

Who's spying on who?

Why are you doing this?

So that you wouldn't

imagine that you are in love.

To lose the illusion, to

get a little experience

I still don't get it.

Just know that nothing changes.

- You want ice cream?

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