All About E Page #4

on the 30th.

I didn't think

she talked to you.

This time we invited. We come

to Sydney for three days.

The church, a big party

afterwards - everybody coming.

The 30th for three days.

Who you talking to?

You no want us to come?

I'm not staying with Darina.

No, mumma,

of course you can stay.

Trish will be away that

weekend, won't you, Trish?

Mumma, I'm going to have

to call you back.

- Hey.

- Don't.

What could I do?

I don't know.

You could say no.

You could say,

'let me just ask Trish.

She really hates it

when I take all of her stuff

out of our room

and puts it in the lounge

like she's the bloody lodger.

- It's not like that.

- You could even say,

'my beautiful lover and I have

our anniversary that weekend,

and it's really important.'

I'm really sorry.

You know how crazy

she makes me.

Yeah, I do,

but I thought just this once

you could think of me, of us.

- I do!

- So tell them.

You're ashamed, aren't you?

You're a coward, E.

You're a f***ing coward.

Is my tattoo covered?

Uh-huh.

Do I look straight?

Now?

Now?

Now?

Alright, wifey,

let's go face the music.

You never come to see us.

You ring us three hours ago.

Where you beenyour father

and I been worried sick.

Mumma, relax. We're here now.

Mrs Malouf...

The food is almost ruined.

Come, we eat now.

Red hair!

How can you do this to us?

Habibti, we miss you.

Me too, dad.

You, you come with me.

Mr Malouf.

Joseph.

Sorry - Joseph.

How's it going, mate?

Good, thanks.

You come, no warning.

We have no food in the house.

Why we have to have

this emergency meeting,

like you have

emergency wedding, huh?

I still can't believe you

thought I was pregnant.

Don't eat! Cut some onion.

We need more onion.

Oh, that's...

- I... I take this.

- Oh no!

No, it's alright.

Sit, sit.

Why you marry this fat man

with red hair?

Mum! He's not fat,

and he's not deaf.

And why you wear your hair

like this?

And why you choose him

when you could have that boy,

Khabbaz?

'Cause he's a pig, that's why.

Cut the bread,

we need more bread.

What about your music?

You fail your exam.

Everybody know.

They say,

'why she leave university?'

your brother never do this

to us!

Yeah. He just stole cars

and didn't finish high school

but he's still Saint Michael.

You shame us.

We already live with

so much shame.

Elmira.

You proper musician.

You can work in the orchestra,

teach music, get proper job.

Your teacher say so.

I tried, and it's not me,

mumma.

No?

Who you, Elmira?

Who you are?

All my life I work hard

for you to go to university,

but you! It gets too hard,

you just throw it all away.

Poof! Like that! Like it's

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