La bonne absinthe Page #5

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I'll be right back.

Let's try it.

No. It's too uncomfortable.

Come on, yes.

That's it. Good..

It's pointless to lock you in.

Open the door,

or I'll smash it!

Do you hear me'?

I'm not joking. Open up!

Open up!

Here I am, signora.

You don't like my friends family,

cause it isn't as fine as yours.

But I really like them.

These people are honest.

Do you understand, signora'?

And I've thought you were a friend.

I always try to please you.

And you'?

Run away without a word,

and leave me there

like an idiot.

Of course!

What do you care for me'?

You are the signora and

you'll be never alone.

But I don't have to put up

with that.

Is that clear'?

Do you understand? B*tch!

Why don't you leave me alone?

What do you want'?

I don't want anything!

Have I ever asked you'?

I don't want anything!

Perhaps we make it

until tomorrow morning.

But the machines must

run all night long.

Too expensive. Tell him that.

You can go now.

All right.

- Giovanna!

- Anna!

Do you remember

having a sister?

- It's so long ago!

- I know.

- It's such a long time.

- Sorry.

How glad I am to see you!

Have you ever visited me here'?

- No.

- What do you think?

- Eh...

- How's Giacomo?

- Well.

- As usual?

- Laughing all the time, eh'?

- Yes.

I'm sorry,

you came to talk with me.

- Yes.

- You know how it is.

What's up?

- It's that...

- There's too much noise here... come.

How glad I am to see you.

It is difficult to explain.

It seems so...

- Angela...

- Angela?

- Who's that?

- My maid.

Your maid? I have 30 workers

under me, all men,

and you've a problem

with one maid?

Be more rigorous.

Look at me.

They listen to me.

It's quite simple, try it out!

Mind the stairs.

They're slippery.

Sure, there's the problem with

the mother, but I'm used to it.

We're looking

for another house.

Sooner or later... But it's not this.

Giacomo is so...

Giacomo is Giacomo.

He's your husband and loves you.

Have patience with him.

You have a house, a husband...

you don't know what it means

be all alone.

Last night I suddenly woke up

with terrible stomach ache.

I was terrified,

I didn't know what to do.

I felt the need

of someone close to me,

someone to talk to.

Maybe it's my fault.

I swear,

I can't handle it any more.

What can I tell you'?

I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

Tired of this life, the mill, all

the dust I breathe in every day.

But I have nothing else.

Well, you have a lot of responsibility,

but also many rewards.

Maybe, but...

Is it really worth it'?

I'm asking you.

- Signorina...

- Yes?

A pasta customer is

waiting downstairs.

Yes, everything is ready.

Write a receipt.

He wants to talk to you.

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