Our Grand Despair Page #2

night because my girlfriend wants me to.

Whatever.

Call me when you want more tea, a**hole.

How are you?

- Fine.

How did you meet Cetin?

Like all good friends, we met fighting.

You two used to fight?

There were rumors about Cetin at school.

Almost everyone knew

his parents died in a car crash.

And that he lived with his brother.

For some reason we were scared of him.

While working on the school newspaper,

Cetin, Fikret and I,

we got closer.

My brother Fikret?

- Yes, of course.

You weren't even born yet.

We used to go to Cetin's.

His brother Murat was at work all day.

Sometimes he went

on long business trips.

Cetin and I had fun inventing

recipes and cooking together.

We'd eat, and if we felt like it,

we'd call Fikret to say

"we left some for you."

Seems you didn't like my brother.

On the contrary.

We really liked him.

Recently we kind of grew apart,

but we really like him.

Cetin and I, our friendship

was different.

It was like a romance.

We had crushes on girls,

but we didn't have girlfriends.

After high school Cetin and

his brother moved to Istanbul.

We were lost, like fish out of water.

We missed each other like crazy.

We spoke on the phone every day.

After Cetin went to Istanbul,

I searched for him

in every man and woman I met.

In women, too?

Yes, in women, too.

Even in green plums.

One day I went to Istanbul

when Murat was away on business.

Cetin had a girlfriend, Serap.

His first one.

As we were

getting ready for bed,

apparently he said to her...

"Let's have Ender sleep on the floor

here with us or he'll be upset."

With them in the same room?

He really said that? Really?

Yes. The poor girl came and told

me in anger and astonishment.

My good old "Lennie".

God knows why he thought

something so silly.

He thought I'd be upset.

Typical.

Lennie?

Who's Lennie?

OF MICE AND MEN:

Let's go for a walk.

Good evening.

I'm back!

Could you take over?

I really like it.

Beautiful.

But Lennie is a bit strange.

I mean

him caressing

the hair of Curley's wife...

Are you confused about that

or me comparing Cetin to Lennie?

You're right.

It's a bit complicated,

the caressing of the hair.

I mean, neither this, nor that...

Yes.

I'll make meatballs for my brother.

Cool.

Eggplant salad?

Great idea.

Let's get parsley as well.

Hey, boss!

One kilo of minced veal, please.

Twice grounded.

OK.

Will Murat find the house?

We should've picked him up.

He was born and raised in Ankara.

He'll find it.

He knows the school,

he'll find the house.

For what's left of Ankara. Now

there's a road through the schoolyard.

No worries, he'll make it.

Have you told Nihal

the story of the cat in the fridge?

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