The Secret Laughter of Women Page #2

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protecting the weak

and destroying recombinants?

Is she pretty, your mother?

Mamma Sammy?

No...

- Will you be my "good deed"?

- I'm too busy for that.

You don't have to do anything.

I'll come and do things for you.

And what on earth could you

possibly do for me?

I'll think about it.

Next time you come.

When can I come again?

When you have time.

And bring your mother.

I say, "the cow that was not taken

to market was not sold".

Ah, mamma, please!

All the Gods in Heaven,

come and witness my pain!

My child has killed me dead.

Don't talk too much madness.

- I'm going to be myself.

- A strong-headed girl!

Plenty of time to be yourself

after he has paid your dowry!

A dowry is a good thing.

Anyway, it's up to your mother to decide

exactly what you're worth to her.

Rosa, anybody comes now

with a tin of sardines can have her.

Oh, and remember, whatever happens:

don't mention Sammy, uhm?

And let us not forget that

in all the stories handed down

by our ancestors for thousand

years that Satan...

- Had a white face!

- Yes...

And only our tradition,

and our Gospel

keep him at bay!

So how we going to get there?

In the car.

- Aren't you going to change?

- What into?

- Your Saracen costume!

- Itches.

- What are you going to say to her?

- "Good afternoon, Mamma Sammy"!

Matthew, can't you think

of something more exciting?

You remember:

"Come and end my eternal loneliness",

"let us surf Orion

on my Cosmic Chariot"?

Definitely one of

my earlier efforts.

You're sure she'll be

pleased to see me?

Yes.

My daughter. BA Honours Law.

She is tortured by spiritual problems.

His mother...

You do not know my daughter?

- Mamma Sammy? The gardener?

- The landscape architect!

- Where is your junior brother?

- My son.

He's out doing his boyscout

"good deed".

Good boy.

I'm walking in your direction.

So if you'd like to wait for me...

Mamma! Mamma!

Look who I've got for you!

Your son is calling you.

You are Mamma Sammy?

- Sammy!

- Oh dear, you're alright?

- Yes, thank you. Who are you?

- I'm Matthew Field.

- You write Sammy's "Saracen"?

- Sometimes.

Let's walk on,

people are staring.

What d'you expect?

Satan walking you home from church.

It's not you they're looking at,

they're looking at the stain

on my wrapper.

Let me see.

Well, I can't see any stain.

You're perfect.

It's because you're foreigner.

Women get bad names

walking with white men.

- Aren't we both foreigners?

- You're a tourist.

It's just a question of visas.

- We're exiles.

- What's the difference?

We speak English.

You pretend to want to go home.

- Call me.

- What for?

Well, I'd like to make

amends for today.

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