Endless Night Page #2

It is; Santonix, the fourth of August ...

nine-thirty P.M.

Christ, I'll have to drive half the night!

It's unusual to find a ...

young man like yourself.

Hired driver?

Well, to be honest that's more

or less what I was thinking.

They say I get it from my father.

An architect?

Huh, he'd have liked the chance.

There Michael, lets draw

a key in the door shall we?

Then we can be alone.

If only you'd study, David.

Get qualified.

Qualifications ... what do they mean!?

The badge of mediocrity!

David, you know as well as I do

that unless ...

Oh for God's sake ... SHUT UP!

I don't think anyone understood him.

Especially Mum.

Gypsy's Acre ...

do you have an a-photograph?

No.

Send me some.

For you I could build a house

even more than Mr ... Constantine.

Hmm ... if I ever have the money.

And if I have the time left.

Oh It'll be a long wait all right,

if that's what you mean?

No, I was thinking myself you see, err...

I can't count on ... more than

than another three or four years.

It has something to do with the wrong

number of corpuscles of the right colour or ...

or the other way round,

I can never remember that.

Well, anyway ...

it was nice to have met you.

And you.

Send me some photographs anyway.

It might be fun to play

around with them.

Ok.

It may have been culture to you honey ...

but it was plain crap to me!

For Christ's sake,

last week in England ...

do you know what those seats

at Stackton-on-Avon cost!?

Twenty-five dollars!

Just to hear a mean-looking

fairy in a jock strap ...

explaining how he couldn't get around

to making a simple basic decision!

Well I guess we don't need Michael until

it's time to pick us up for the opera.

No, I guess not.

Say kid, do you know the ...

red-light district around here?

The dames in the windows?

Yes, sir.

Well stick around after the opera tonight ...

I just might treat you to one.

See if we can, uh, work of

some of this culture, huh?

Err, meanwhile, like we were saying;

your time's your own.

Thank you.

Thought I might spend it

at the Wright's museum ...

looking at the Rembrandt.

Jesus Christ!

He painted him too, sir ...

several times.

Excuse me.

Those faces ...

so strong ...

so sure of their own respectability.

They seem to be quietly sizing me up ...

and finding me wanting.

The ... car's just over there, sir.

Where the hell have you been all evening,

you were supposed to pick us up at the hotel?

Well I'm sorry, sir ...

but I got ... held up, just missed you,

so I came on here.

We waited around for you until eight-thirty!

We were late for the God-damn opera!

That must have upset you awfully, sir.

- You go ahead honey, I'll take care of this.

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