Finding Fanny Page #3

My side-door neighbour

brought us some Tang, from Dubai.

Side-door.

Six years Savvy,

nobody knows anything about you.

Whether you're alive, or dead...

or married?

You know Gabo died that day.

Your train must have been leaving

from Goa at that time.

You didn't even attend his funeral.

Not even...

What was I supposed to come back

and do Angie?

Bring him back to life?

No letter, not even a phone call...

For what?

My friend died.

Felt like Sh*t.

By the time I found out...

he was already gone.

So...

did you get married?

Looking good.

The car,

looks nice.

Are you really selling it?

Do you want to buy it?

- No.

It's for someone called 'SAL'.

So...

still pressing Rosie's feet?

Please, Savio,

at least I'm happy.

Like always.

So what's your problem?

You know there's a world

outside Pocolim, right?

Life isn't easy here,

but we make the most of it, okay?

Really?

What do I know about problems?

Anyway-

I feel like I'm asking

a stranger for a favour.

What favour?

I need the car.

This is no longer my car.

- Then whose is it?

That artist.

That Pedro?

How did this happen?

Lots of money coming your way.

Can't complain.

Stop pretending.

I've heard about your

big business in Mumbai.

Well, yeah!

Anyway,

what do you need the car for?

That stingy bugger

won't lend it to anyone.

You know that postmaster Ferdie?

He and I are going on a short trip.

Running away with the postmaster?

Yes... if the artist lends me

the car will you drive?

He won't give it unless you bribe him.

Rosie. Rosie.

Mrs. Eucharistica, Mr. Colaco.

Of course.

I want to make a painting of you...

for all the social work that you do.

It will be shown in places like Milan,

New York, London.

I think it's a wonderful idea, Mai.

No, no... I mean...

But, come on you have to.

Yes but...

- You go to the church every day.

Up and down.

Up and down.

So much work you do.

You can at least do this much for yourself.

- It's God's work.

Can you see it, Madame Eucharistica? - What?

Can you see yourself in

the painting, Madame?

Oh Rosie,

it's my... I mean, your future.

Can you see it please, now?

No. Not really.

I mean, sometimes I get

a little carried away, you see.

Don't worry.

Sometimes,

Mai's also in a different mood.

That's okay. But...

- Nothing.

What you offered her was nice only.

- Yes, of course.

You must be busy these days

with your foreign trips?

Busy?

I don't have the time

to breathe, darling.

Oh...

Because we were planning a road trip.

Who we?

- Mai and me.

I thought you'll get

a chance, you know...

to know her better.

But it's okay.

Next time.

Time is what I don't have.

It's alright.

- No, no, no, no.

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