Clara's Heart Page #2

YOU'RE A BOBO.

THEN YOU'RE

A SUPER-DWEEB.

IF I AM A SUPER-DWEEB,

YOU ARE A BUBU-YAGA.

DON'T SAY

ANYTHING ELSE.

BEST YOU AND ME,

WE LEARN TO BECOME

PART OF ONE ANOTHER.

PERHAPS THEN THERE

IS SOME HOPE FOR US.

LISTEN,

WHAT CAN I SAY?

I'M SORRY, BUT YOU'RE

NOT WINNING ME OVER.

THAT'S THE BES I CAN DO FOR TODAY,

SO JUST TAKE YOURSELF

OUT OF HERE. GOOD-BYE.

GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS

OUT OF THERE.

I HOPE THEY LIKE

HIYAKI:

AS MUCH AS I DO.

IT STRONGLY RESEMBLES

BABY PUKE.

IT'S GOT SOME OF THA IN IT, ABSOLUTELY.

MY, BUT YOU'RE

OBSERVANT.

I LEFT SOME TOTOS

IN THE OVEN:

FOR THE LITTLE BOY.

I'M NO A LITTLE BOY.

YOU ACT LIKE ONE.

I GOT ALL CONFUSED.

SHIRTS.

I NEED SHIRTS.

WHAT DO YOU:

CALL THOSE?

WHERE ARE YOU:

GOING?

VANCOUVER.

HOW COME?

TO SETTLE THE WORLD'S

MARITIME CRISES.

THEY'RE NOT STARCHED.

NO, OF COURSE NOT.

LEONA, DIDN' YOU TELL HER

I LIKE MY SHIRTS

LIGHTLY STARCHED?

SHE DELIVERED ME

THE LIS OF EVERYBODY'S

FAKEY-FAKEY HABITS.

I EXPLAINED STARCH

RUINS YOUR SHIRTS.

IT DOESN'T.

IF IT DOES,

I'LL GET NEW ONES.

MR. HART, YOU LET ME

SHOW YOU A GOOD IRONING

GIVES THE FEEL:

OF STARCH.

THE MONEY YOU SAVE

ON THOSE NICE SHIRTS

YOU CAN SPEND:

ON GOLF BALLS.

FINE.

TASTE?

NO, THANKS.

[HUMMING]

AND WHAT ARE THOSE?

TOTOS. COCONU RAISIN COOKIES.

I MADE THEM:

FOR YOU.

THAT'S VERY KIND

OF YOU,

BUT I RARELY:

EAT SWEETS,

AND DAVID SHOULDN' HAVE ANY.

HE'S TRAINING

FOR THE SWIM TEAM.

LOOK AT HIM.

HE'LL MAKE IT THIS YEAR.

I COULD'VE MADE I LAST YEAR.

YEAH? SO WHY

DIDN'T YOU?

BECAUSE I WAS:

TOO NERVOUS.

THAT'S PRECISELY WHA IT'S ABOUT, KIDDO.

I KNOW, DAD.

ONE WON' KILL THE CHILD.

BESIDES, I KEEP ME EYE

ON THE BALANCE:

BETWEEN THE GOOD FOOD

AND THE EVIL.

HEY, IT'S HAR THE FART.

SAY IT, HART.

NO.

SAY IT!

FART.

WHAT?

HART THE FART.

[DOOR SLAMS]

[SLAM!]

CHA, BOBO,

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

NOTHING.

OH, IT LOOKS

LIKE NOTHING.

YOU WOULDN' UNDERSTAND.

PROBLEMS OF A BOY

ARE SO MYSTERIOUS.

WOULD YOU GO AWAY,

PLEASE?

I ASKED YOU:

POLITELY.

NO, IT WAS NOT POLITE.

IT WAS ONLY:

PRETEND POLITE.

NOW, LET'S SEE

WHAT AGONY:

YOU'VE BROUGHT HOME

FROM SCHOOL:

WITH YOU TODAY.

YOU.

THE AGONY IS YOU.

CHILD, YOU CAN

BUILD UP YOUR ARMS

WITH THESE WEIGHTS,

BUT IT AIN'T GONNA

MAKE YOU TALLER.

IN THE MEANTIME,

YOU MUST NO INDULGE IN PITY

AND SHOOT OFF:

YOUR MOUTH.

[MUSIC BOX

PLAYING BRAHM'S LULLABY]

I JUST THOUGH I'D SEE WHAT'S HERE.

MAYBE WE CAN HAVE

A GARAGE SALE OR SOMETHING.

IT'S TIME TO DISMANTLE

THE NURSERY, MRS. HART.

I DON'T WANT TO HAVE

ANY MORE CHILDREN.

YOU GOT ONE CHILD LEFT.

YOU POUR YOUR SOUL

INTO HIM.

CHUCK IT IN THE BOX.

MAYBE WE SHOULD:

KEEP ONE.

WHY? WHY YOU NEED

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