Parer's War Page #2

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who hangs around the cookhouse.

Get yourself cleaned up. There's

a shaving kit in the bathroom.

A lot of people want to catch up

with you tonight.

Marie's gonna be there.

Look out!

Damien!

I need a drink!

Billy!

Marie, over here!

Hello, Maxey.

Damien told me he'd won

a jitterbug contest in Cairo,

which sounds like absolute rot.

I've done a fiver

betting he couldn't.

Oh, well, Ronnie was there too.

Didn't he warn you?

Not a word.

Gosh, what a stinker!

Hey!

Ah...

There you are, Cotter.

Yeah, and here you are,

apparently.

Damien,

give the girl a rest!

Ronnie.

Oh!

I was wondering

what was keeping you.

Oh, you know, work, things to do,

and possibly being the last person

to find out he's back from Max.

Damien, I despair!

Serve you darn well right

if I ran off with her.

Such a rotter!

Ah, she already knows that.

Hey, Damien!

Silkie, you scallywag!

Where the devil have you been?

Come on,

Marie. Let's practise!

Well, I've got an exhibition dance

to live up to,

so I'm gonna get back

into practice.

And then Frank Hurley,

Frank decides he wants to do the

whole thing in a re-enactment...

George.

Hello, mate.

Borrow him for a tick, if I may?

What are you doing?

That's no way to treat a girl.

Especially not THE girl.

Oh, keep trying to make up my mind

for me.

No. But someone else will,

if you're not careful.

That'd settle it, then.

I know she doesn't love me.

Spare me the hairshirt, Damien.

You've been doing that for how long?

The kid is mad about you!

Always has been.

So you keep telling me.

She never has.

Of course she's not gonna put

herself on the line like that,

when Lord knows if you'll ever

pop the question.

Don't be such an ass.

You ask me to look after her

while you were away, so I do.

We talk, mainly about you.

Great party, mate.

Thanks a lot, Damien.

Yep. Take care.

Hooroo, mate. Cheerio, Max.

Thanks, mate.

Damien and I

lost our hearts there.

Ah, Bill. Thanks, mate.

Athens in spring has a flavour

and beauty all of its own.

He's extensively well travelled,

aren't you?

You mean for the war? Yeah, well,

it does count, you know.

I mean, they have time to shop.

Behave, Cotter.

You're being naughty.

I just thought it

worth mentioning.

Ah, Cotter, I'll take you home.

Well, you don't have to, you know,

considering you didn't bring me.

This is how Silkie

told me how to drive...

Oh...

.. in North Africa.

Jeepers, Damien!

For heaven's sake, slow down!

Look! Aah-ha-ha-ha!

Don't! Damien!

Damien!

How much have you had to drink?!

Not enough! Ha-ha!

I suppose

I'll have to marry you now.

Have to?

You most certainly do not.

I mean, as you darn well know,

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