Noordzee, Texas Page #2

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When the cat's away...

Your mother's not here yet.

Did you take her the newspaper?

Is Marcella still just as crazy?

Where's your mother

playing tonight? Is it far?

La Panne.

From now on he can bring

me the old newspapers.

That's a good boy.

Something to drink?

Well? Still no girlfriend?

Grenadine.

Oh, her name is Grenadine?

Certainly not from around here.

No no no, he doesn't

know yet. Right, my boy?

So, you don't look at girls?

Tell us. Which of us two

do you like? Go on, tell us.

Go on, flip through Le Libelle.

Or draw a little, silent boy.

- Ta-da!

- Better late than never...

Everything ok, my boy?

- He can draw you later.

- Sure.

Come on, Pim. Who haven't you drawn yet?

Me, he hasn't drawn me yet.

It's too hard. You're too beautiful.

- Was it crowded in La Panne?

- Oh la la!

Hey! Stop it!

Here. A beer for a big boy.

Your mother agrees.

It... She...

Forget it.

Gino.

I'm gonna tell Mom.

Keep quiet, ok?

Not like this.

It takes two. Come on.

Don't be shy.

It's... wait.

What's the matter?

I'm no dancer.

Do you think I'm pretty.

Yes.

Then hold me.

Sabrina, I...

Odd boy.

Thank you, Pim.

Tell me, what's her name,

that little French girl?

Gino's girlfriend.

I don't know.

Maybe he'll bring her to the fair.

tienne says that she's cute.

Tell me. Are you going

to spend all night drawing?

Normal boys your age go

out with their friends.

Or with a girl.

Oh la la.

Women your age no longer go out.

"Room for rent"

Sabrina.

Yes, water is included in the

price. Electricity and heating, too.

The bell.

The doorbell rang.

- I didn't...

- I'm sure it rang.

One moment.

Nobody there.

- Here, have one.

- I don't smoke.

Very wise.

Have you heard from the gypsy

who rented the room here?

Zoltan? No.

He disappeared one day.

Flew off, like a bird.

With the fair.

That's happiness, my child.

North in summer, south in winter.

Venice, Paris, Le Pire, Lima, Capri...

Countries and foreign people.

Do what you want, no worries...

No children.

The room is fine.

- Where's Pim?

- A party. That's all he said.

Is he quiet at home, too?

- You think he's quiet?

- Yes.

I don't think so.

I often hear his voice.

That boy lives in another world.

I try to read his thoughts.

Draw, draw, that he can do.

But I almost never see his drawings.

Sometimes I worry, Sabrina, you know?

I only have one son.

Pim is a dreamer.

Tell me... What's her name?

Franoise. But it's

not certain that she...

Well...

Tell her you liked the room.

Why didn't she come to

see it herself? Is she shy?

What kind of work is

she looking for here?

There's no more work here

than in the north of France.

Oh yes, no visitors in the

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