Ginger & Rosa Page #2
# My good news day
# Just meant for two
# Who would?
Would you? #
Where's Roland?
I don't know.
I never seem to know
where he is anymore.
Want a cup of tea, Mum?
Thank you, darling.
- Who's that with Roland?
- The jazz band?
No, the girl.
Blonde one sitting next to him.
A student or something.
Mum's not too happy
about it at the moment.
You could consider
eating it, Ginger.
How's school, by the way?
Or are you still not really bothering
with that at the moment?
Is that why you
asked me round?
Did Mum ask you to talk to me?
Don't be silly.
Anyway, I thought
you might like to meet Bella.
- She's asked for dish soap.
- What?
What's dish soap?
It's American.
Washing-up liquid, Ginger.
Bella washes her
hair with dish soap.
It's because she's from
New York, you see.
Don't listen to him.
That's got nothing to do with it?
- I'm teasing. I'm teasing.
- Coming!
There you are.
Good girl.
So much nature,
right in the city.
It's civilized.
The English need their parks so that
they can get away from each other.
It must be the strain
of being so nice.
Even the ban-the-bomb
march was polite.
- Were you there too?
- Of course we were.
- I didn't see you.
- Well, so many people, darling.
We were right up at the front.
It was led by a vicar, Ginger.
- A vicar!
- A canon, actually.
No, a vicar with a cannon.
Yes, Canon Collins.
A worthy Christian.
A good man, actually,
despite his beliefs.
Oh, bravo!
So I gather from
your two godfathers here...
that you might be
a militant, like me.
Good for you, Ginger.
Can't you thank me?
Even one word?
I made you a pie.
Your favorite.
Yeah, I noticed.
And?
Thanks.
Is that it?
Is that all you
can say to me?
Thank you very much indeed.
Is that what you want?
What's wrong with
wanting my cooking to be noticed?
Nothing.
I don't believe...
this performance.
It's just not you, Nat.
So why don't you come out with it?
Come out with what?
If you want to shame me
again with this display...
- But I didn't say anything.
- But you meant it.
And as I tell my students,
say what you mean.
I'm not your student.
I'm your wife.
Have you forgotten?
The martyred wife
finally comes out with it.
- With what?
- The accusation.
Roland, I...
- Why do you...
- Why do I what?
Nat.
Nat.
Why do you twist my words?
You make everything seem
as if it's my fault.
Why can't you just be normal?
Normal?
What the hell is normal?
You know bloody
well what I mean.
Natalie, please.
Please.
How can I enjoy eating in this
atmosphere of resentment?
And how can I enjoy cooking
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