The First Day of the Rest of Your Life Page #4

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I don't want to hassle you

about my scarf, but...

Give me a break, OK?

"My mum knitted it."How old are you?

Forget me, OK? Bye.

I'm Richard Gear.

Meet Sandrine Crowfoot.

We run a fan club

devoted to Richard Gere.

And Cindy Crawford.

We're eating.

Where's Raph?

- The food will attract him.

- As usual.

Fleur, my dear,

when will you stop growing?

Certainly not today.

Hands clean?

You may not know this,

but your cellar's

temperature is ideal.

Fifteen degrees.

- Mine was only 13.

- Meaning?

My bottles will age faster here.

If I move to the cellar,

will I age faster, too?

That wouldn't be very feng-shui.

And you'd get bored.

I'd get some peace.

I'll be keeping the key.

- To my cellar?

- It's wiser.

I don't want your sons

guzzling my vintage wines.

This place is mine, too,

in a way.

By my reckoning,

I still own half the house.

You see, kids, Grandpa saved us

from the trailer park.

Hi.

A present for you.

Over there.

I'm not doing laundry now.

There's a Laundromat

on your street.

I know, but it's not the same.

It smells different.

We finished moving Grandpa's cellar.

Didn't you say you'd help?

I got held up.

By the snow.

By the snow? Sure.

I had to do it all on my own.

Enough.

Lafitte-Rothschild '87.

Spoiling your old dad?

- Average.

- There we go.

- I like it.

- What do you know?

It has...

a whiff of primary-school

pencil shavings.

- It interests you?

- Yeah. Why?

You'd teach me?

I'm not a very good teacher.

I tried with your dad,

but, at 18,

he still thought ros

was a blend of red and white.

That's a mean thing to say.

You never tried

to teach me about wine.

You never gave me a chance.

When Mom died, you sold the estate

without asking me to take over.

I wasn't worth passing it on to.

I wasn't worth a thing.

- Not true.

- It's not true?

Dad, I'm your only son.

You don't have

one photo of me at home!

People have photos

of their kids. You don't!

Raph, every Saturday,

go down to your dad's cellar

and pick one of my bottles.

Come to lunch,

and we'll open it.

If you miss a Saturday,

we stop right there. Got that?

Can I have some?

You're too young, dear.

Stop it! Stop saying

I'm too young!

Know how old I am? 16!

Today!

Weird, it's my birthday today.

You piss me off!

I can't think for everyone!

- You can.

- I'm not your secretary!

You all leave the table shouting here?

Open up, Fleur.

Go away.

Leave me alone.

Fleur, please.

There's a party at Eric's.

Want to come?

I asked Dad.

You can stay until midnight.

What's wrong?

No trouble, OK?

We get my scarf and leave.

Don't worry.

This him?

Stop it!

What the hell...

What's up?

You must be Sacha.

I'll cut you in two.

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