Barracuda Page #5

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Certainly not!

If you don't like it,

you don't like it!

Sometimes, Violette...

What?

No, the boy has nothing against you.

Nothing!

If that's how you feel,

I'll prove that he doesn't.

You always know better!

Do you dislike my wife?

Your wife?

F***ing bastard!

I'll get you!

Bastard!

Why don't you come in here?

I'll be waiting for you.

Bastard!

I'm thirsty.

My wife was right. You resent her.

All I want is a drink.

I only unchained myself

because I wanted to dance.

I know some steps we can do.

Come and I'll show you.

No, you'll pull my hair again.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry.

Now open the door. I'm thirsty.

Please, give me a drink.

I too would like to drink

from the spring

but when evening falls

at the hour of Ramadan

I'm happy to have a friend like

Clment.

Until this evening, Luc.

Luc, my boy, are you asleep?

I'd like to tell you something

but it's not easy.

I always dreamed of having

a son like you

but Violette didn't want to

so we didn't.

But it doesn't matter.

You're here. Thank you.

Good night.

And sweet dreams.

My love...

I miss you.

I miss you.

Give me a drink.

Shall I read you a poem?

Please...

"Yesterday so thirsty, dehydrated too

but plunged into darkness

I understood the clue

no sadness or depression

I chained myself anew."

Like it?

Here comes...

Grapefruit juice, lemon juice

and a glass of water.

I don't know what you like

so I brought you all three

as I don't know what you like.

Next time you must tell me

so I won't have to bring something

you don't like.

Isn't it good!

That's better, isn't it?

I'm getting attached to you.

Great!

This is for you, dear.

I didn't know what to choose.

Of course,

if you want to exchange it, go ahead.

I mean, if you want to...

But you know I'm not a good dancer.

Remember? At your niece's wedding

I kept treading on your feet.

And that was...

Do you really want to?

Right now?

I told you I can't dance.

Why didn't you wear

the short black dress?

I wouldn't have tripped.

You always please yourself.

Just like with this boy.

Why don't you like him?

Luc?

Antoine?

Antoine?

Maxime?

I know you don't like him.

Never a word, a gesture,

a nod, a smile, nothing.

What?

Yes, he's going to be a dad.

If it's a girl,

she'll be pretty like you.

So, we'll call her...

same as you.

That's very poor taste, Violette.

I said no!

With you, it's never the right time.

If we'd had a child,

we wouldn't need friends.

But you always know better!

Honestly...

Sometimes I can't make you out.

Slut!

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

What came over me?

You twerp, this is your fault.

She swore at me!

Stop it!

I slapped her too.

Now I don't dare talk to her

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