Afula Express Page #5

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or you're not.

Do you see what

you're asking of me?

A "yes" right on the spot?

Marriage, kids, all that mess?

It sounds fine in principle,

but I need time.

A chance to get my career rolling.

Wait, which career

are we talking about?

Magic? - Hell yeah! Magic.

Let me say this clearly.

It's either me or hocus pocus.

The two don't go

together anymore.

Do you realize what

you're asking?

Hell yeah!

Think about it because

you may not like my answer.

Yeah?

Yeah!

Batya, listen!

How many people have you met

who gave up on their dreams?

Like my grandmother...

She waited for her love to return

from America, but he never did.

Then she met my grandfather.

He was nice, so she said "why not?"

She lived with "Grandpa Why Not"

and waited for "Mr. America."

And my father? He had

a real talent for painting.

Do you think she spared him

a lifetime of "why not's?"

She said:
"Be a mechanic

and paint in your spare time."

Who can paint after breaking

their ass in grease all day?

So he didn't say "why not."

He just moaned.

And what did he do to me?

He made me become a mechanic, too.

Being a mechanic is fine,

if you want to be a mechanic,

but I hated it.

So what did I do?

I became a damn mechanic!

I became a mechanic

and sighed all day.

And that's how we watched TV

together every evening:

Grandma said "why not,"

Dad moaned, and I sighed.

My Mom ran around

cooking all day saying:

"As long as there's good food,

everything's fine."

Then one day my father didn't

come home from work.

I was worried,

so I ran back to the garage.

He was lying in a

puddle of grease.

He died in the place that

he hated most. It was a heart attack.

I swore then and there that

it wouldn't happen to me.

I swore...

But I had a responsibility

to the family.

So I stayed at the garage.

I figured it was my fate.

Until you drove your wreck in

filled with flowers.

I said you needed a magician,

not a mechanic.

You said "Shut up and fix it!

I'm in a hurry!"

What a tough redhead!

When I gave you the bill,

you gave me a flower.

That's when it hit me.

Life doesn't have to be

so shitty.

Don't you see, Batya?

You're a part of all of this.

I'm sorry about what

happened with the box.

They asked for my help.

Hey! What's with the suitcases?

The bastard threw you out?

You're running away?

Way to go, sister!

You have a place to go?

Cat got your tongue, huh?

You can stay with me.

We can hang out, drink coffee.

We don't have to talk.

Cry together.

Whatever you want.

Seior Bueno. -How are you?

Can you watch my stuff? -Sure.

Did you ask your husband?

He's not my husband, ok?!

We were living in sin

and now it's over!

So enough with

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