De Helleveeg Page #2

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I stink.

- I don't think so.

It's that monthly nasty business.

I don't know if I have real periods now.

Or ever will have again.

I used to. I started when I was twelve

and it stopped at fourteen.

That is to say there are a few drops,

but very irregularly.

I don't know if it's real periods

or unhealthy blood loss.

Do you ever go to a doctor?

I daren't. Isn't that stupid?

I'm scared

that they'll discover something.

What does Grandma say?

Do you think I can talk about it

to that woman?

I might as well talk to the door.

At least it talks sense,

when it creaks in the draught.

What did he want?

- Who?

Henneman, of course.

What did he say?

It was about you.

That you broke it off with him.

I shoved him aside, for you.

It's the way how that matters.

Simple. I put a stop to it.

I make no bones about it.

He came to warn me.

- Warn me?

He wanted to marry you

and have children.

And you told him that you are...

infertile.

That's what he warned me about.

That's how much I care for you.

My parents wanted me to marry him

and he knew that.

But then I met you.

It was the only way to get rid of him.

The boss thinks you ought to leave.

I lied to Henneman.

So you're not infertile?

- No, silly boy. I was lying.

To get rid of him

because I want to marry you.

And have babies.

Can you imagine what a shock it was?

I wanted to break it off.

I'll show you that it was a lie.

Next week is a good time of the month.

Come along.

Your grandma is so ill

she can't do any housework.

I'm pregnant again.

For God's sake, couldn't you have sent

the child out of the room?

Albert, go and play upstairs.

I'll call you when we eat.

Dear Lord, the misfortunes

cast upon this house...

And now?

Now it's no longer a case

of whether I want to marry Peter.

I will have to marry Peter.

But how?

- Just quickly, before it shows.

How could you let that happen? We've

always kept such a close eye on you.

You know damn well how it happens.

Don't pretend you're innocence itself.

Don't make me say

it was a dirty toilet seat.

Peter is the father and we've been,

well... careless.

Does he know?

- He'll be here tomorrow to talk about it.

I'm so ashamed.

- Be ashamed about something else.

We've always set a good example.

Another option is to get rid of it.

- That I should live to see the day!

I'm fetching Albert. He doesn't know

what's going on and he hasn't eaten yet.

How's the courtship going?

I don't approve of what you've done.

- Done what?

Making up a story to create a break

between Tiny and me.

What you mean "making up"?

It's a dirty trick, especially

for a policeman, to dream up a story.

The truth, and nothing but the truth.

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