Gycklarnas afton Page #3

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Then you wouldn't visit your wife.

- I do love you.

- No, you don't.

All right, I don't!

I won't be here when you get back.

Where will you go?

I won't be here, anyway.

Don't blame me.

I won't be here!

- Can I help you?

- I'd like...

- Don't you recognise me?

- No, sir.

- Can I help you?

- Is your mum here?

- May I speak with her?

- She's making our dinner.

May I wait?

- Nice weather we're having.

- Are you my father?

Yes.

- How are you and Albert?

- He lost a tooth yesterday.

You help mother in the shop, eh?

That's a good boy.

I mean... Good boy.

- How old are you?

- Nine.

A young man. Join the circus.

No! Mum's coming now.

Hello, Agda.

I was in town

and thought I'd drop in.

- Hungry?

- Do I look it?

I didn't mean that.

Yes, please.

Come in, then.

Mind the shop.

- All I can offer you is pancakes.

- That'll be fine.

- Things are going well for you.

- I took over the other tobacco shop.

So we're the only ones in town

selling tobacco now. It's profitable.

- You've kept the old shop?

- Of course.

- Take off your coat if you're hot.

- I'm all right.

Take off your coat,

I'll sew on your button.

- What happened to all your shirts?

- That's my business.

- You could buy one, then.

- I'm broke!

Don't shout.

Leave, if you're going to quarrel.

- You can borrow from me.

- How dare you!

- Watch your mouth!

- My mouth?

Keep your nose out of my affairs.

I will not be patronised.

Why so sensitive?

Why shouldn't you borrow from me?

- You want to get even now, eh?

- Why should I?

Stop acting. You're terrible at it.

You mean because you left me?

Don't you understand that I'm grateful?

- What?

- I'm grateful that you left me.

I finally found peace,

and my life became my own.

No more of that dreadful circus

that I always loathed and feared.

All the shouting and swearing,

insecurity, misery, lice and illness.

No, I'm happy now. And grateful.

- Shall we go in the other room?

- Of course.

- You're damned capable, Agda.

- That's nice to hear.

We had good times, too,

before you inherited the shop.

I didn't like you training the boys.

I was always afraid.

Those were hard years.

- Why did you come?

- I was in love.

- But that passed?

- Need we speak of that?

- Maybe not.

- I was really in love with you.

But when you left me,

my love died almost overnight. Strange.

I didn't leave you.

You stayed here, I moved on again.

Why talk about it?

Unlike you, I'm always in a muddle.

- Are you in trouble financially?

- Need you ask?

- Cheers, Albert.

- Cheers, Agda.

Thanks for the meal.

It's always the same and so silent,

summer and winter.

Yes, it's a quiet street.

Year in, year out.

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