De vierde Man Page #4

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One of his colleagues

flies his plane that day.

And crashes.

Just like that, plop!

Dead!

That's real telepathy for you.

Man is a frail vessel.

It's not telepathy, though.

Whatever it is:
when you're warned

you must listen.

Yes you should, but where do you

find people who listen nowadays?

What did this man

dream about, Madam?

That's a curious story, actually.

He dreamt that something

of his was cut...

- Sit down. I'll give you your fee.

- Great.

A bit much, isn't it?

You shouldn't keep it

at home, Christine.

There's so much riffraff

out and about nowadays.

They'll beat your head in for a

Mars Bar, half a Mars bar.

Come in.

The lady is leaving

and wants to thank you.

I'll be right back.

"Your dearest Gerard"... ?

Oh no :
"Herman".

So there's competition,

called Herman.

"Dearest Christine...

I long for you my little rabbit."

Christ almighty!

What a body...what a piece!

I've got to have you

even if it kills me.

Where were we? Oh yes, your fee.

How much?

250 plus expenses.

1, 2, 3...

... 4, 5 hundred. Alright?

- That's too much.

- Oh, but we're a very rich society.

I got a train ticket here.

You'll have to account for this.

I don't have to account to anyone.

They trust me.

Why shouldn't they?

Me, with all my money.

I inherited the salon and the

brand name from my husband.

I'm rich, but...

... he's gone.

Money and being alone does not

add up to happiness.

And when the last customer is gone...

... and you've gone home...

... and I'm all by myself again

the whole long weekend...

Terrible!

My little Christine...

...what if I stayed?

You mean that?

I didn't want to burden you, but since

you really want me to, I'll stay.

How sweet of you.

For you, Christine...

... as a human being.

Miserable b*tch!

One ream of paper. Anything else?

Three pen holders.

There you are.

- Twelve dozen brass nibs.

- Twelve dozen?

Yes, I've got a lot to write.

I'm going to write about you.

About you're past.

I want to know about the men

in your life, it's essential.

Why? It's all past.

Without the past you can't

understand the present.

Nibs. They're not much

in demand anymore.

Two small bottles of ink.

One bottle is for when

the other breaks.

And a quarter pint of the same ink.

That's to fill up the small bottles.

And a receipt, please.

No, I'll pay.

Thank you.

- Then I'll dedicate my novel to you.

- It's a deal.

- Come here!

- F*** off!

What's up?

- You scared me to death.

- What's wrong?

- My husband was drowned.

- But it was a joke!

It was a joke.

A joke...

Happy?

Perfectly.

I just need to write the

best novel of all time now.

You're bound to succeed.

With you.

Here.

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