Dreileben Page #3

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The gold club!

- Yes.

Come on!

We have to go.

It's embarrassing.

What's embarrassing?

Their lordly posing.

It makes me puke.

Am I embarrassing?

- What makes you think that?

Then let's go.

We'll dress up nice and have fun.

- No.

Do I embarrass you?

No.

- Johannes!

Do I embarrass you?

No!

- I do!

Ana!

Ana?

Don't come in. No!

I've done something stupid.

Wait!

I nicked your mother's money.

What?

- The money from the book.

I didn't really nick it.

I took it.

What for?

I had to buy something.

What, then?

You don't like it.

You don't like it.

Do the balls sink?

Are they expensive?

- Yes.

Shall we go back up?

How many balls do you think

are in there after a season?

Two or three thousand.

How do you know that?

I took them out.

In my autumn vacations.

I let out the water.

Fished them out.

Here?

I washed them,

packed them in bags,

and sold them as "lake balls".

I had a little stall over there.

I looked like a farmer selling eggs.

Packs of ten.

Three euros the bag.

Did you earn a lot?

Two thousand balls.

Ten a pack, three euros each.

You can work it out.

What did you do with the money?

I gave it to my mother.

Why?

Because we needed it.

I'll get you another.

Ana?

Johannes asked me

to bring you a Bellini.

Philipp.

- Thanks.

Do you know Johannes from the clinic?

Horrible, right?

What can the poor guy play, though?

Everyone wants to dance.

Mama, papa, the uncle.

So it's "Ipanema",

then "Guantanamera",

then "I will survive".

And some old girl takes off her shoes

and dances barefoot. Cheers!

I knew it.

They don't dare.

Sara was conceived

to "Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands",

not to Fleetwood Mac.

You're right.

We should go in.

It's her birthday.

What kind of cream is that?

Providone-iodine.

How did she get in here?

I was wondering about that.

It must have been Papa...

- I suppose so.

Will I have a scar?

A small one.

How small?

Very small.

A mark of vulnerability.

Right.

I go to Berlin on Thursday.

I've got a university place.

I know.

Your father said so.

He fixed it for me.

What with my sh*t grades...

You know?

You could have studied anywhere.

Why Los Angeles?

Because of you.

I wanted to have a career.

Then come back and impress you.

And make you love me again.

Tell me more.

What?

How you'd come back.

Dressed in white,

at the wheel of a white Porsche.

We meet as if by chance.

I pretend to have forgotten your name.

I rack my brains.

Try to...

- Hannes!

I was stupid!

Ana?

I'll get you a dressing gown.

Johannes.

You can pack your things tomorrow.

I'll give you a sick-note,

and you leave the clinic.

Sara told me everything:

You're leaving for Berlin together!

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