A Secret Page #3

she had to tell me more.

Simon, what are you up to?

Decided not to eat today?

You should.

Mommy made rutabaga.

You wonder what it is before you eat,

and especially after.

Look, Papa.

He's my son, I decide.

No disguises.

It's no disguise.

What do you mean?

You do what you like

I'm not doing what I like.

We have to.

Maybe you do, but I don't.

Nor does Simon.

Get in the house, Fuzzy.

Right this minute.

Come on, Simon.

One hand after the other.

But breathe, don't forget.

Lift your knees.

Your knees.

And look up.

Look up, Simon.

I am looking up.

- Then why stop?

You're nuts.

Look at that.

He just ate.

Hannah,

no smoking in the gym.

No smoking in the gym.

Come down, you monkey.

What she revealed stirred up rage and jealousy

for which I already felt guilty.

Dead people emerged whose names

I heard for the first time:

Hannah, Simon.

Where are they now?

I'd never again think of myself

as the first, the only one.

Then Louise told me about

the others, Robert and Tania

I headed toward unknown faces

along a road of whispers.

Everyone knew,

everyone had loved Simon,

and no one had told me.

They'd struck his name from every list.

It wasn't on any stone.

It was no longer uttered by anyone.

Stop your bragging.

Why not go get your daughter?

Excuse me.

You're Robert,

the bride's brother.

A kiss?

You're Tania, Robert's wife.

Mama and Papa?

- They went for the bride.

You drove from Lyon?

Had to.

A railroad strike.

Just accordion players on the tracks.

He wouldn't miss this for Lon Blum, comrade.

What did Blum do to you?

- He better not do anything.

You don't mind paid holidays.

Here comes the bride.

Your brother made it.

My little girl.

Don't you look lovely.

You look like a flower...

that needs to pee.

You're so beautiful.

Robert, my big brother.

Finally, the phenomenon.

I've heard so much about you.

Tania, his wife.

Kiss each other.

He's family.

Tania's an athlete.

Maybe more athletic than you.

What sport?

A little swimming.

A little.

She's a champion.

I married a genuine mermaid.

After work...

into the pool.

We have a fishbowl at home.

The bedding trade in Lyon is fine, but

Before we met, my wife modeled

for Molyneux in Paris.

I was just a modeling salesgirl.

That's something.

Today, Thursday, May 6, 1936.

I declare you,

Maxime Nathan Grinberg

and Hannah Golda Stirn,

man and wife.

A fine tomcat my sister's married.

Too handsome for his own good.

Your wife sure is pretty.

A real yiddishe mama.

A beautiful woman, that's all.

She'll give me lots of children.

Good night, all.

You take the rings and suddenly

To separate them,

just snap your fingers.

We sell bedroom suites.

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