Alla alskar Alice Page #2

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We are married... mom and I.

And we love our children.

Can't we have a baby then?

Dad, please...

'Who has been in my bed',

papa Ruff said-

-'when he saw that neither the pillow

or the quilt lied where they used to.'

'Who has been in my bed', mama Muff

said, who found her bed in disorder.

In little Tusse's bed Goldlock slept.

She heard the voices of the bears and

dreamt that Ruff's voice was the thunder.

And mama Muff's voice made her

dream about murmuring brooks.

But suddenly she heard

a high squeaky voice...

-Mom...

-Not now.

I'll sit here a little while.

Go out and close the door.

May I have a piece of cake?

Do you also want? Please...

-What are you doing?

-I thought we could have a cosy evening.

-Cosy evening?

-I said it's alright.

-You said "cosy evening"?

-No, I said she could have a piece of cake.

I don't need any. I thought you also

wanted some. Good night, dear mom.

Good night, dear dad.

How long has this been going on?

Answer me! How long?

Stop!

LOTTA:
Don't run away!

Answer me! Tell me!

(A DOOR CLOSES)

Answer me damn it! I'm asking you

how long this has been going on.

It's not only since midsummer,

but since spring, isn't it?.

So that's why we couldn't

go on vacation this summer-

-because you wanted to be close to her

so that you could f*** her all summer!

How are the children going to find out? Look, dad

fiddles on other women in front of the neighbours!

-If you won't tell, I will!

-We agreed to be careful with the children.

Have you been careful with them

when you've been f***ing that hore?

Pig! You f***ing pig!

If you don't tell them tomorrow...

-Shall you or me?

-I will.

Everything then! Everything!

You will tell them everything.

If you forget something, I will tell them.

They will know exactly what

kind of father they have!

JOHAN:
I can't stand this sh*t anymore.

(THE FRONT DOOR OPENS AND SLAMS)

(WE CAN'T HEAR WHAT THEY ARE SAYING)

JOHAN:
What the hell, Lotta?

Are you crazy?

Are you crazy!?

ANNA:
Johan, she could have killed us.

I can't live here anymore.

What the hell is she doing to my home?

-Are you OK?

-No!

Mom.

How are you? Mom...

-Are you awake?

-Why are you crying?

It was such a horrible dream.

Go to bed now.

-What did you dream?

-If I tell you, you can't sleep either.

Tomorrow. Good night.

-Dear mom! I love you.

-Yes, you do, don't you?

Yes, a hundred million thousand times.

-What are you doing up this late?

-I just woke up.

-Can I sleep with you?

-Not tonight. Go to bed.

-Please, just like when I was little.

-To me you may.

Dad, please! You are the world's

greatest dad if I may.

-No!

-Don't shout!

What the hell are you doing?

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