Black Butterflies Page #3

It's mutual, wouldn't you say?

I dedicated my book to you, and you

didn't even tell me what you thought of it.

I'm not even sure you read it.

It's me in those words, Pa.

Don't you want to know who I am?

I know who you are.

You are your mother.

Is that why you hate me?

Ingrid.

We need to find peace between us.

You all right?

These yours?

When my oma died,

our father put us here.

This is where he put us...

In the servant's quarters.

Why here?

Because we didn't have shoes.

Ingrid.

You're beautiful.

Don't let anyone

ever tell you otherwise.

Anybody?

I'll have a glass.

- Can I read while you write?

- Hm, be my guest.

Dinner has arrived.

Oh, that is beautiful.

Ingrid, the flesh is in the tail.

You have not lived if you haven't

sucked the juice from a crayfish head.

Jan, you're a true afrikaner.

You'll try some head, won't you?

Good head.

Will you pass me the wine, please?

There's a desert in my soul.

Maurice says there's a new nightclub

called Darryl's.

Why don't we all go tonight?

- That's for delinquents, Ingrid

- Oh, I thought that's what we were.

A letter arrived yesterday from

Nkosi in Paris.

How did he manage to get out?

Mike hid him in the boot of his car,

took him to the Botswana border.

He swam the river,

dodged a few crocodiles,

and flew from Gaborone.

He enjoy Paris?

The women there love black men.

Is there garlic in this mayonnaise, Uys?

Uys puts garlic in everything, darling.

Kiss me.

Why did you do that?

- We're not married, Jack.

- We're living together.

So because I share your bed, I'm not allowed

to have feeling for other man? Is that it?

Sexual feelings?

I can't help my feelings.

What, are you telling me you want

to sleep with Jan? Is that what you saying?

All I want is a home, Jack.

That's all I've ever wanted,

just a place to feel safe.

I can't remember when last I had that.

Jesus christ.

You're nothing.

You're less than nothing.

- I'm leaving in the morning

- I don't want you to go.

- Then marry me!

- Marry you?

There's a thousand reasons

why I can't marry you.

- Name me one!

- My divorce isn't finalized.

That's a technicality.

Give me another reason, a real reason!

It's a reasonable question,

considering you're f***ing me!

Don't turn your back on me!

- Do you mind? Irma's trying sleep.

- F*** Irma!

You've woken up Simone,

you idiots.

Perhaps she's just trying to explain

the theater of the absurd to us, Jack.

Go back to bed, Uys.

- You need to calm down.

- Don't tell me what to do!

You're not my father!

Thank god.

We'll all be off in the morning.

- I don't want you to leave.

- You do!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah,

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