De vierde Man Page #3

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Good morning.

My sweet Christine...

Did you sleep well?

I had a wonderful night.

Guess why?

- What do you want for starters?

- You.

Later. For dessert.

Look at your shirt!

Your collar is torn.

Have you got some super glue?

Super glue? Why?

To glue it... I always do.

We Dutch writers have to be thrifty.

Obviously you don't have a wife

to take care of you.

Could you use some shirts?

I won't say no,

there might be another war.

Try this.

If it fits, it's yours.

Very nice.

Suits your type.

My type? What's my type?

A writer who needs daily care.

I've got lots more.

They're just wasting away.

Here, this one for odd jobs,

one for casual wear...

... and this one for Sunday best.

Your husband's not short of clothes.

What's up? What is it?

I don't have a husband anymore.

He's dead...

... an accident.

I'm sorry, I always

say the wrong thing.

Doesn't matter.

I'm going downstairs,

if you want coffee...

Big shot.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

Old drunk! There's coffee!

Ah, coffee!

Good morning.

- Good morning. Sugar?

- Two lumps, please. You're wonderful

I just love taking care

of someone, Gerard.

You're making this

into paradise for me.

For paradise, there needs to be

two people.

But there is two of us.

For how long?

I'm not the right man

for you, Christine.

Marriage and me don't mix.

The woman who wants me

gets a lemon. It's been proven.

I know what to expect

from you, don't l?

Do you?

You are so sweet.

Yes. But I'm going back to

Amsterdam, all the same.

So we were just two small ships

that passed in the night.

We had a nice collision, didn't we?

I'm wanted in the salon.

Come along and see the work I do.

Remind me to give you

last night's fee.

Oh, later.

- What's up?

- That lady is getting impatient.

Delilah, my own brand of cosmetics...

a goldmine.

Another few minutes, Madam.

It's hot but it helps the skin to

absorb the vitaminizing elements.

Are you comfortable?

What about my hair, Christine?

They say it's very difficult.

Difficult hair doesn't exist,

just bad hairdressers.

Could you cut a man's hair?

Mine, for instance.

Sit down, Gerard.

That's what you want, isn't it?

You have blessed hands, Christine.

You could cure people

by laying on hands.

Don't make fun of it, Gerard.

Those things do exist, you know.

Laying on hands, magic, hypnosis,

it all exists. Telepathy, the lot.

Ah, Madam, what's the difference.

There'll be a war on soon.

Have you ever had a

mystical experience?

Yes, recently.

A girl in my ward is

married to a jet pilot.

A great guy.

And for the first time in his life

he has a real scary dream.

He gets frightened and reports sick.

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