Whisper of Sin Page #2

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This plant treated

genital diseases.

Uzi and I want to thank you.

Let's go to a cafe.

We're colleagues.

Only I work with the dead.

What profession is that?

It's a calling like a priest has.

A philosopher?

In a sense yes

I know all about

the inside of a person.

I'm a pathologist.

But- death is a pathology?

I don't get it.

It's just as natural as life is.

You do autopsies on people?

Yes but mostly on children.

Usually on newborns

or dead-borns.

What are dead-borns?

They died before birth

or at the time of birth.

It's not an easy craft, right?

Colleagues call me

Leo the butcher.

But I don't get mad.

Leo the butcher-

now I remember.

I've heard about you.

Poor recommendation,

I bet.

Women talk a lot

about men in my office.

Maybe I'll come by.

I won't be an easy patient.

A few details- I'm divorced.

My ex-wife won't

let me see our child.

Why not?

She thinks that

corpses make me stink.

But babies have no odor.

It's like dissecting angels.

Thank you but I've got to go.

Your eyes are beautiful.

But you should

get a good hair stylist.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

I don't have time for myself.

No, no more wine.

I'll get drunk.

You won't get drunk.

I've no time for myself either.

By the way,

we'd be a fine couple.

- Us, a couple?

- Why not?

No, I have a husband.

Seems you haven't had one

a long time.

He got lost somewhere.

Maybe so

But I want no changes.

Without good cause

This is my address.

We meet every Saturday

in the park.

Join us.

We're great company.

What kind of company?

Two shepherds,

a schnauzer, a collie.

No, I have no dog.

So, buy one.

All right

See you

Daina...

Don't start in on me.

I haven't said anything yet.

Then don't.

I know what you want to ask.

What do I want to ask?

Where do I live?

Have I eaten?

Am I f***ing whoever?

Am I pregnant?

I want to ask

when will you come home?

I haven't lost my key.

No need sitting around,

waiting for me.

Very well,

do you have money?

Take this.

In the name

of the Father, the Son

and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

I do not love

my crazy husband.

I love a priest.

I know it's a mortal sin.

We will both burn in hell.

I curse the entire male race.

This is also a sin.

But they deserve it.

Father...

you men go nuts about a penis,

a phallus, dick- whatever.

Seems it's not

a part of your own body,

but an almighty,

a willful demi-god,

hidden away in your pants.

To hear men talk about it!

"He's tired;

raise him from the dead."

Their expressions-

shoving their treasure

into some mouth-

like children

sharing their sweets.

Shut up.

Don't torture yourself or me.

All right

No more torture

Live on peacefully and happily.

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