Driving Lessons Page #6

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My mother's gonna kill me.

You don't understand.

She said I wasn't to come.

I asked, and she said no.

You don't say yes when my mother

says no. You don't do it.

My dear boy,

the key will be back

with us in the morning.

I'm regular as clockwork.

Look, if it makes

you feel any better.

I'll ring your mother and tell her

I went momentarily mad.

No! No.

Whatever you do,

do not ring my mother.

As you wish.

I'll have to call home.

Eat first. A soldier fights

better on a full stomach.

Have a drink.

I don't drink.

Go on.

It'll make you feel better.

No, it won't.

It was a key. I swallowed it.

Frankly, you should be flattered.

Now, I insist

you have a drink.

I'm underage.

Well, how old are you?

Seventeen and a half.

So young,

and so pedantic.

One glass. You can

tell God I forced you.

To poetry.

"'Auschwitz,'

screamed my halting mentor.

"'Remember

your godforsaken lust

"'in their tolled,

heaped-up hell. '

"'But, but,' I urged... "

That's me.

Yeah.

"'But, but,' I urged,

"'they have passed us,

passed beyond to a better place. '

"'Revenge,' he cries, 'is yours,

"'but you are blinded

by your petty sorrow. '

"'Pity me, pity me,' I yelped.

"'Your service is inclusive

of this testing ground, your soul. '"

Then you go back to the narrator.

Mmm-hmm.

"The Church's

palpable texts breathe

"their rich, rich grace

into your heart,

"and they are

precious and beautiful,

"and you must never forsake

the thought of God,

"for God is love. "

And you wrote this for...

Sarah. She's a friend.

I haven't sent it yet.

She thought my last

poem was a bit weird.

Yes.

Well, don't hurry your heart.

That was always my mistake.

What do your parents make of Sarah?

Or perhaps you haven't

got that far yet.

To be honest,

I'm not really sure

how she feels about me.

Well, you have

the soul of a poet,

and that, let me tell you,

lasts a great deal longer than looks.

Hello?

Mum?

Ben? Where are you?

I was expecting you at 6:00.

I'm on a campsite.

Evie swallowed the car key,

and now we can't get back

till she poos it out.

Mum? You there?

I'm calling the police.

Where are you?

I don't know.

Don't call the police.

I'm fine, really.

Have you taken a tablet?

Ben, try to think.

Did she give you a tablet?

Something for a headache?

I'm fine. I just can't

come back till morning.

Robert, she's kidnapped him!

He's somewhere on a campsite.

He sounds drugged.

Mum, I'm fine, honestly.

Don't move.

I'm on my way.

Mum, there's

nothing wrong with me!

I'm stuck on a campsite,

and I can't come back till morning.

Then I'll expect you

whenever you can get back.

Good night, Ben.

Mum?

Mum.

And will I be a part

of what you've made

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