Ana, My Love Page #4

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He wouldn't let me in.

But you know me.

I got in eventually.

He put cardboard crosses

on the walls:
my son is dead.

Dear God!

He prays for you at night.

Don't tell him you know.

You and your idiot husband.

Shut up, child.

Dealing with him isn't easy,

you know.

But he's family,

for better or worse.

You're the only one

he cares about.

I told you ages ago:

get a divorce.

Call him. Do it for me.

Later.

- Please call him, poor guy.

- Yeah, yeah.

He doesn't know I'm here.

I have to go to uni.

So, can you help me out?

You might want to go to a psychiatrist,

psychologist, whatever.

Or a priest,

since you don't talk to me.

Your mother loves you.

And lay off the cigarettes.

Smoking like a turk.

I smoke on occasion, but you...

OK.

Bye!

- When will you be home again?

- I'll be in touch.

I kept trying dad,

but his phone's off.

OK, speak later.

Yeah, I'll try again.

Give me a break, mum.

I got it. Bye.

Excuse me. Candles?

Follow me.

- For 1 leu?

- Yes.

- How many?

- One.

How do you go about confessing?

Talk to father Adrian

when he's done.

I see. Thanks.

God bless.

God bless.

FOR THE DEAD:

And rid us of all uncleanliness

and deliver us from evil.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Let's see.

Now for the hard part.

How long since your last confession?

Since I was little.

- Is your family religious?

- Yes.

My grandfather took me to church.

But he committed suicide and...

- You were little.

- Yes.

He hanged himself.

They only told me a year later.

God does not abandon us.

He patiently awaits our return.

He sends us trials.

You came like Doubting Thomas.

He was not an unbeliever, just doubtful.

So you came to see

our Saviour's wounds for yourself.

- I'm glad you're taking this step.

- Yes.

Let's start with the worst sins.

But first, what cigarettes

do you smoke?

- Parliament.

- Parlament.

How many a day?

Almost a pack.

I've been stressed lately.

- How much is a pack of Parlament?

- 5.50.

Let's round it up to 6.

180, let's say 200 per month.

2400 per year,

about 800 Euros.

How long have you been smoking?

- 10 years?

- Just about.

Do the math.

You've cost yourself a new car.

Not to mention your lungs,

your health.

But let's talk about the big bad wolf.

Since I started

at the literature faculty...

a year ago, I met a girl.

So what's the trouble?

It came to this...

My parents don't accept her.

My dad, really.

He's got his issues.

We fought. Physically.

- Are you from Bucharest?

- Pitesti.

- And the girl?

- Botosani.

- She's...

- Jealous?

- Depressive. Unstable.

- Caused by what?

She doesn't talk about it.

- Her step-father died.

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