The Sheltering Sky Page #2

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I waited up for him.

- You waited up for him?

- We had sort of a date at the cafe.

Then I read in bed until late.

He hadn't come in by 4:00.

Then he didn't sleep much.

He's gone out.

- You mean he hasn't come in yet.

- Will you order some petit dejeuner?

I'd like some of their awful coffee

and plaster croissants.

Hello?

You're a very curious person.

It's hard to understand you.

Tunner, stop trying to be interesting.

On you, it looks terrible.

You're too good-Iooking.

Are you ready?

- I'm taking you shopping.

- Are you?

Yes, before it gets too hot.

Didn't you say you wanted to buy

a mosquito net?

That was yesterday.

I'm exhausted today.

I don't know what I want.

You dress.

I'll wait in Port's room.

I'll even shut the door.

Do you and Port ever share

the same room?

When you travel for months on end,

you have to set it up this way.

And the first rule of marriage is,

never confuse sex with sleep.

Besides, Port usually works at night.

You mean he snores. Or you do.

Bore, bore, bore.

May I come in?

Well, of course.

What happened to you?

- Port...

- What is that?

- It's Tunner.

- What's he doing in my room?

You know what, Kit?

I've decided that you need me.

He was just waiting for me

while I got dressed.

- Stop it. Stop it.

- Go ahead and finish.

Well, well.

- What the hell is all this mess?

- Back from the wars, eh?

And do you look it.

Kit and I were just going for a walk.

God, man, have you seen yourself?

Yes, I need some coffee. Would you two

get out of here and go on your walk?

See you later, old man.

Get some sleep.

Feel quite wretched today.

I suspect the malaria is coming back.

He looks just like

that young murderer...

that went about slicing up little

children. Remember?

I think the murderer, his appearance,

is more wholesome.

- What revolting water.

- Then don't drink it, you sissy.

I'm so tired of all your talk

about dirt and worms. Don't drink it!

Nobody cares either way.

They are both monsters.

She's a travel writer. Guidebooks.

But they own that Mercedes. And they

do happen to be driving to Boussif.

Oh, God! How awful!

We'll have to choose between tortures:

taking the train or driving with them.

I wouldn't suffer over the choice

before they give it to you.

- Great! Another omen.

- Oh, not again.

Useless.

Yes, please, I would like...

yeah, kebab with some...

What was all that about with Tunner?

It looked as if he'd slept in my room.

I didn't want Tunner to know

that you hadn't been back last night.

- Is that objectionable?

- No, it's considerate.

Except you haven't said

why he was there.

You haven't said

what you did last night.

And you haven't asked me.

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