Emma Page #3

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back into the water.

Hold on! I'm coming!

Jerome!

It's not funny, come out!

That's enough, stop it!

Are you stupid or what?

That's not funny.

Let's see

how it's doing, sweetie.

So, can you manage?

Yes, but it's hard

to not eat any. I'm starving.

- Could I have some ros?

- Of course, honey.

- I'd love to see an auction.

- Really?

- I've never seen one.

- You may not like it.

Jerome came once.

He was bored stiff.

- But we're different.

- I'd say so.

- I'll check it out.

- When are the guests arriving?

Huh... 8:
30 PM.

Could you get me

some paper napkins?

It's exactly what I thought.

They love him.

It's not the same.

For him, Dad and Irene aren't

parents, they're normal people.

So that's what it is.

They look nice from the outside.

That's what it is.

No doubt about it.

- Hi!

- Hello!

- Irene would love those!

- Not bad!

This one's even better!

It's her style.

- This one!

- Too classy!

- Super cool colors!

- Let's get these!

We'll say there were

no more white ones.

Let me see.

They're horrible! Perfect!

- How's the wine?

- Needs to breathe a bit.

What are these dreadful things?

- Why not white ones?

- They were out.

- We thought those would do.

- Are you making fun of me?

Not at all. They're kinda nice.

Come back here.

And apologize.

It's not our fault

if they were out of stock.

- We thought it was stylish.

- That's enough!

- Go back to the mini-mart.

- They're probably closed.

I don't give a damn.

And make sure they're white.

Petrovici was a ceramist

during the interwar period,

of minor importance, yet the

value of his work skyrocketed.

- It was totally unexpected.

- What happened?

What do you think?

I know.

Something to do

with the catalogue?

The way Irene showcased

his work had an influence?

- Precisely.

- Congratulations, young man.

I know Irene's modest,

and I shouldn't say this,

but she did a remarkable job.

Great photographs.

But above all,

she made this artist

look like a Giacometti of sorts.

Room service. Madam is served.

Wait, kitten.

Let me finish my sentence.

- There.

- That was a long sentence!

You think my sentences

are too long?

I don't know.

- Has anyone proofread it?

- No.

Not yet.

You're writing your memoirs?

- I know, it's not very original.

- No.

But that's all right.

We should all write one.

Can I read it?

I thought the past

suffocated you.

Just one excerpt.

- I know which one.

- Then tell me.

The forest.

The one you were fleeing to,

and they caught you.

It's not written yet.

I can't write it.

Not for now.

Is it similar

to what Mom told me?

Ah, my love.

I don't know

what your Mom told you.

Then write it!

So I can finally

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