The Girl Page #2

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Yeah... Sure, hang on. Bye.

Hello. Hi, Mom.

I can swim 25 meters.

I can swim 25 meters.

Black pudding, I think.

Yes.

Bye-bye. Listen, Mom...

No, it's nothing.

Yeah.

Yes, I'm sure.

Everything's fine.

Bye-bye.

Can you really handle alcohol?

I can't handle much of anything.

But a person's

entitled to have fun, right?

- Where are you going?

- I...

I figured I'd go into town, okay? Bye.

Hey, sweetie-pie...

Come here.

Look who's here.

My little niece...

I have my ups and downs...

Yeah.

Dear Claes, I love you.

I'd love to go sailing. Call me.

''Sincerely, Anna''

You'll be all right, won't you?

Promise?

You know what it's like when your gut

tells you something's meant to be...

- Promise you won't tell Mom and Dad?

- I promise.

Good.

You understand how important it is

for me to take this chance, don't you?

And I'll be back,

I won't be away that long.

- Hey... You've got to be strong.

- Yes.

- Can you be strong?

- Yes.

- Let me hear you say it.

- I'm strong.

Bye. See you later.

Cheers...

''December 28.

Motala General Hospital.''

''A baby girl. Height: 48 cm.''

- Well, how about this?

- No, that.

You like that one...

Pink might be prettier on a little

girl like you. Don't you think so?

No? You like red better. I see...

- Here, I'll give you the tester.

- Thank you.

Well, hello...

- Nisse would a sailor be...

- No, not here. Sit down.

People might think you're crazy.

- Where's your aunt?

- At the post office.

- Want a ride home?

- No thanks, we'll take the bus.

All right. Bye.

Gunnar...

Anna said it was all right.

She'll catch a bus later.

Okay, toss your stuff in the trunk.

- Does your aunt have a boyfriend?

- Yes.

I might come over one of these days

and mow the lawn for you.

You don't need to do that.

We don't usually mow the lawn.

- Have you learned to swim yet?

- Sort of.

Oh, I thought I detected

some webbing between your toes...

Got you, didn't I?

Hey, I know those two from somewhere.

I look more like her,

my hair is blonder.

- Mine's longer, so I'm more like her.

- No way.

- It's my room and my record.

- So what?

- It's my record and my stuff.

- Like that has anything to do with it!

Then let's just forget the whole thing,

and I'll go back home.

- Can't you go get some ice cream?

- Me?

Just make sure Mom doesn't see you.

So move it already, I want ice cream.

- Out with the old and in with the new.

- Exactly.

Like you can see, we need

to get rid of some of this meat.

The freezer's a mess.

''Pork roast, 1 977''...

That's pretty ancient.

Touch me, for God's sake...

What are you doing? Stop it.

You can use that.

Sh*t, we need a Benny...

- Don't you have a cute brother?

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