My Mother, the Mermaid Page #2

Pierre!

I'm over here.

I drank too much.

But I'm still OK...

I didn't vomit on you.

He stinks.

Doesn't he wash?

Has his room been aired?

No.

When I enter,

he starts screaming.

He has to go out.

He needs exercise.

What will you prescribe?

For now, only vitamins.

At his age, I won't

give him relaxants.

That's ridiculous.

First, he has to get out more

and change his eating habits.

He should go out.

He should eat...

How long does it take to

become a doctor in Spain?

He doesn't have fever

or other symptoms.

You want my medical opinion?

Nothing's wrong with him.

He just doesn't care.

Fine.

What do I owe you?

Nothing.

For this, nothing.

Nothing?

Get out of here!

Leave me alone.

Get out!

Are you sure you

told me everything?

-You seem nervous.

-Shut up!

Not a word!

Out of bed now!

I'm changing the sheets.

Here.

Clean pajamas.

-What's wrong?

-These are Dad's.

I'm not scolding

you, sweetie.

I'm not scolding you.

You're going out?

Of course.

Why watch over a

son who isn't sick...

and wants to make me crazy?

I'd take you with me,

but I don't feel like waiting.

Here...

The key to your

father's study.

I don't have the strength

to get rid of his junk.

I'm counting on

you to do it.

Throw it all out,

except what interests you.

The small key

opens the desk.

OK.

Go on!

You'll make me late.

Still love me?

I love you more

than anything.

Go on!

Don't tell Mom!

Don't tell her.

I'll kill you

if you tell her!

Is Mom already up?

Your mother went

away for a few days.

Where to?

Don't worry.

Just the three

of us in peace.

Robert and I will

take good care of you.

We'll call Grandma and

tell her you're going home.

Let's lay here.

-Give me some room.

-Yeah, Okay.

I know you're

horribly unhappy.

Mom?

You're just as weak.

Your father was

weak like you.

Maybe now you know desire

reduces us to weakness.

But you don't know

yet what I know.

-So tell me.

-No, Pierre.

You mustn't learn from me.

If you knew,

you'd forgive me.

You'd even forgive

your father.

I want you to

enjoy your life.

I don't think

you're happy enough.

I want to know

what you know.

I don't want you ever

looking this bad.

You know what Rea calls you?

Rea?

You know her.

She's the brunette who

picks me up sometimes.

Yeah, I guess so...

What does she say?

She calls you the

Sad Faced Knight.

Not too clever.

You two would get along.

She's only a

few years older.

She's the wildest

girl I know.

I'II put you in her hands.

She'll perfect

your education.

Mom.

Let your mother do,

will you?

Loving your mother

isn't everything...

nor being intelligent.

Nor being handsome.

Nor being

frighteningly serious.

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