Dancing at Lughnasa Page #4

from now on.

- Machines? A factory?

- That's right.

You're a lucky woman

to have your teachin' job.

There's our Sophia waving to you.

You were her favorite teacher.

That old b*tch, the gander.

Sophia always knew her own mind.

Who are you tellin'?

Didn't she walk into the house a week

ago and told me she was gettin' married.

Married?

Well, she's barely 16.

Married. And I'll let her.

She'll need a man to keep her.

I'll say nothin' to Agnes

about the factory.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Two pounds of flour.

- Thank you.

I better not forget

the cigarettes...

or a certain sister of mine

will not speak to me for a week.

Maggie enjoys her wild Woodbine.

- Does she not?

- She does indeed.

But God forgive me, I do not think

it's a nice habit in a woman.

Harmless enough pleasure.

Now, have you got everything?

Sugar, salt, tapioca... I'm sorry,

the tapioca's gone up a penny.

That's hardly your fault.

Your battery,

that's come in from Letterkenny.

Oh, yes. Not much good it'll do

in that old set, though.

Will you be going to

the harvest dance this year?

- I hardly think so at my age.

- But you should.

It'll be supreme this year.

Supreme.

Will it be?

Will it really be supreme?

Tea, soap, Indian meal, jelly.

- How much do I owe you?

- Two and six.

Mr. Bradley.

Miss Mundy.

How are you?

Very well.

And how are you and yours?

How is your wife?

- I no longer have a wife.

- I hadn't heard she passed away.

She's gone away... to England.

- You should have followed her there.

- Ten Woodbine.

All kinds of things can happen

to a body in England.

They're not respectable people there

as we are in Ballybeg.

Will your sisters be going

to the dance?

Agnes and Rose.

Will they go?

If you'll excuse me, I have a family

and responsibilities to attend to.

Will you be going yourself

to the harvest dance?

Will you be looking

for a new wife?

Do you know what you are?

A dirty, cruel little b*tch.

Father Carlin.

- Miss Mundy.

- I'm so glad you asked to see me.

Father Jack is waiting

to meet up with you soon.

I didn't ask to see you

about your brother.

Well, I was just wonderin'

when you would call out to see him.

- He's not well, I hear.

- He's just grand, thank God.

Good feeding, plenty of exercise,

he'll be right as rain.

The rain.

Aye, that's what he needs.

Rain?

The sun in Africa, you know...

it would affect anybody.

He needs the rain.

That'll heal him.

- He's going to say Mass soon.

- I don't think so.

When he's fit to see people,

I'll call out.

He's fit to see anybody.

- Jack is...

- Not well.

I know.

I know everything about him.

- There is nothin' to know.

- I think there is. So do you.

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