I Travel Alone Page #2

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You must be Charlotte Isabel?

Well, here's your father.

Enjoy your stay in Bergen.

Darling, I can't follow you

all the way home to daddy.

Right.

I'm like... your dad.

So how was your flight?

Charlotte Isabel?

And what do you have

in this huge suitcase?

Bloodthirsty crocodiles?

My presents.

Right. Your birthday's coming up.

Is it Thursday or Friday?

- Thursday.

- Thursday. That's right.

Exactly.

Right now I'm writing my graduate

thesis on Proustian onomastics.

Which means I'm writing sort of

an article on a new biography -

- about the great French poet

and writer Marcel Proust.

- Marcel Proust.

- Marcel Proust.

Good. Now this -

- is where daddy works.

The university.

The university.

But what do they do here?

Do they make anything?

Well, what they do...

Do they fix stuff?

Jeez, you don't have to nag.

They, like...

They think, Charlotte Isabel.

They think. Now come here.

Daddy! Daddy!

Come!

- What's the matter?

- We forgot the funeral!

The funer? Can't you even

turn on the TV by yourself?

Well, there you go.

There's Prince William.

And there's Charles.

But mom says he's a jerk, because

he loves someone called Camilla.

Look at that guy. Tony Blair.

He's the one who calls the shots.

It's really sad that she died.

It's the media pressure,

Charlotte Isabel. The paparazzi.

Hey, look! There's Steven Spielberg.

He made "E.T."

Have you seen it?

"E.T. Phone home!"

Why do they call her

the people's princess?

Because people like her, I guess.

But are there any princesses

people don't like?

Well, that's a good question.

So what does your mom do,

Charlotte Isabel?

You can call me Lotte if you like.

- What does your mom do, Lotte?

- She's on vacation.

I mean...

What does she do for a living?

Works at the supermarket.

- Like a checkout clerk?

- She's really good at it.

Now stop nagging.

- Is this my room?

- Yeah.

You can sleep here.

I'll tidy up a bit.

Take out the ashtray. Look!

There's Marcel Proust, on the desk.

I want to go home.

- No...

- I want my mommy.

No, you don't. Come on.

You know what?

We can buy some sweets, seeing

it's Saturday. Come on, let's go.

Don't you want your Saturday treat?

How long do I have

to be here, anyway?

A whole week, Lotte. A whole week.

Just you and me...

- Hernan? Hi.

- Hi, Morning Post!

- Well, this is my daughter.

- Morning Post has a daughter?

- "Morning Post"?

- Never mind.

Are you going to start stocking

the Morning Post?

Look, a Tamagotchi.

Mom never lets me have one.

- But all my friends have them.

- You can't always get what you want.

Here. You can have this if you like.

- Thank you very much.

- You're welcome.

What about some sweets?

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