Sicilian Ghost Story Page #3

and forgot to milk the goats.

Never mind. I'll be enough.

One more slap is not going to

change my life.

I'm not letting you do this alone.

Come on! Phase one. Decolouration.

Get off your arse and shampoo me!

You don't think there are better ways

to play the rebel?

Who are you trying to impress?

Not me, I hope.

Or maybe it's to make Daddy happy?

Well?

"Giuseppe has vanished,

and what are you doing?"

Good question.

Let's try and answer it.

Giuseppe has vanished and you...

Stop studying -

- you get failed.

Giuseppe has vanished and you...

Dye your hair.

At least I'm doing something.

And what does it achieve?

Now your hair's blue,

is Giuseppe coming back?

Come on...

You're more intelligent than that.

So I should pretend nothing's happened?

Like everyone else?

Life goes on, doesn't it?

Why not? Is that not how it is?

You know as well

that you're growing up.

Maybe we know the people

who kidnapped him.

Maybe they're here in the village!

We need to rebel against this,

all of us.

Until he's found!

- Whatever...

Luna...

Try to think...

He's my life!

Do you understand what that means?

Thinking about him all the time, -

- always asking yourself where he is.

If he's alive. If he's dead.

Hearing his voice in your head, -

- do you understand what that means?

Knowing he needs help and not

being able to do anything for him.

Crying yourself to sleep every night.

Feeling sick at the idea of going

to school and not finding him there.

Do you understand what it means?

I can't help thinking about him.

And I don't want not to.

These equations are fairly easy.

I want to be nice to you this morning.

You've got an hour.

Get out of that chair. It's not yours.

Miss, it's written too small,

I can't read it from the last row.

OK, Lombardi, copy the exercises.

- Then go back to your place.

- I told you to move. Right now!

Miss, Conigliaro is hassling me.

Conigliaro, please. Go and sit down.

- Miss...

- I don't understand -

- why I can't sit here

if the place is free.

You know what?

From today this is my place.

- Conigliaro!

- Look at this loony...

All she needed was blue hair!

My hair can be sorted with a shampoo.

What's the cure for yourfucking face?

Whatever... I'm here -

- and here I'm staying.

Because the grass's son

won't be coming back to school.

Lombardi!

No!

You happy now?

Don't be an idiot...

No!

Giuseppe, -

- I'm writing to you from my room.

I spend most of my time in my room.

Only who I say can come in

and I do whatever I like.

I draw and write all the time.

What do you like

apart from horses?

The first time I wrote your name

in my diary -

- was at school when I realised

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