Dear Frankie Page #3
Then I said I'd bring you
to the football trials to prove it.
Hey, slowcoach, I'm waiting on those chips.
OK, hold your horses, I'm doing them.
Everything all right?
Yeah, everything's fine. Absolutely fine.
I need the money for the milk.
We owe three weeks
and he'll be here first thing.
My purse is on the table,
and don't do that again.
- Don't do what?
- Come in here without knocking.
I thought you were Frankie.
So? You shouldnae have anything to hide.
Shut the door.
I've got something I need to show you.
I knew something like this would happen.
I told you, didn't I?
What are we going to do?
Move?
Lizzie, darling, listen, you cannae keep running.
You've got to face this sometime.
Tell Frankie the truth. He should know, Lizzie.
He should know what his daddy was.
Then maybe he'd stop wishing for him.
Have you forgotten what it was like?
No, I haven't forgotten. But it's over now.
It's over and done with. Davey's dead.
Davey's not dead.
I check that paper every week.
I know he's not dead.
He could walk in through that door
any minute now and take what's his.
No, he won't walk in.
- How do you know that?
- I just know it.
Lizzie, darling, you're my daughter
and I love you, but you're wrong.
You've stopped living your life.
You're the one that's dead.
That's not what Frankie needs.
He doesnae need lies in a letter.
- Where are you going?
- For cigarettes.
Hello?
Hello? Who is this?
Go away.
Just go away and leave us alone.
For God's sake, just leave us alone.
Do you believe in mermaids?
I do. I think the sea's full of them.
I saw one once, over at Meagle Point.
There. What do you think?
Do I look like a mermaid?
Frankie, why don't you ask your mammy?
Ask her if your daddy's going to come.
I know. You want to know,
but you don't want to know.
Tricky.
You know what I would do,
if I was in your situation?
I'd look in my mammy's wardrobe.
Whenever there's something
my mammy doesn't want me to see,
she hides it in the back of her wardrobe.
I've found hundreds of things in there.
Condoms...
...dirty videos, cheap cigarettes.
See, I bet your daddy's written
to your mammy and told her he's coming,
but not to tell you because it's a surprise.
Girls love secrets, Frankie.
It'll be in the back of her wardrobe.
Trust me. I know these things.
Wardrobe.
The key's here somewhere.
Aw!
Perfect.
Look, Frankie, a bride's dress.
What are you doing with that?
That's mine. Put it down.
What else did you touch?
What else?
What else did you touch?
Never go near my things again,
do you hear me?
They're mine.
They're nothing to do with you. Nothing.
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