Fate ignoranti, Le ( The Ignorant Fairies) Page #3

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- I wanted to return this painting.

- I'll give it to her.

No, I wanted to deliver it

to her personally.

That'll be difficult

because she's always away,

she travels a lot.

- Here one day, gone the next.

- Appears, then disappears again.

She's like a gypsy.

It's almost impossible

that you'll find her.

If you'll excuse us,

people are coming over for lunch.

We can't help you. Sorry.

- She's your sister, isn't she?

- Right, his twin.

Good-bye.

You're a real b*tch!

Did all that fat

seep into your head?

She's gone now.

Get your fat ass outta here!

You dragged all that stuff

out there but the table isn't set.

Aren't we going to set the table?

Don't change the subject,

you're a b*tch.

If you stay here

you're gonna get stabbed.

If that girl comes back

you'll get the stabbing.

No way!

She figured it all out,

she's in a hospital now

recovering from shock.

Jesus Christ!

You have the keys to my house,

give them back.

That's Ernesto,

these aren't his visiting hours.

I'm sorry.

Please leave now.

I want to speak with Miss Mariani,

she was my husband's lover.

- I won't leave until I speak to her.

- Why won't you give up?

I don't understand you.

I don't care if you understand,

I just want to speak with her.

That's impossible!

Who are you, some relative?

I don't have any relatives,

just an aunt, but she's 70.

- Is she your wife?

- My wife!

- Why's the door wide open?

- Hello everybody!

- Wasn't this the same painting...

- Yes, you slow pokes.

If your husband wanted you to know,

he would have told you,

or he would have let you find out.

Guys, this isn't the time.

Why are you all bitchy?

Go out to the terrace.

What's up with him?

Just let it go,

he isn't with us anymore.

So you know everything?

Please, just let me

speak to that woman.

That woman doesn't exist!

You really don't get it?

Have you looked around here?

So why did my husband

have the keys to this apartment?

Exactly!

Whose apartment is this?

- Yours.

- Well then?

Doesn't two plus two equal four?

You can just burst

into my house whenever you want,

but I could never get close

to your perfect little house,

so spare me the melodrama,

because if anyone should be angry,

it should be me, not you.

I behaved for seven years,

now it's your turn to be good,

at least just once.

What good does it do you

to know I was your husband's lover?

- No.

- Yes I was, for seven years.

- Well?

- Give us a recap.

Sh*t, she even made me feel guilty.

It's not like I stole him.

Massimo was having an affair.

Really? Good.

Good?

He was a human being after all.

Mom, it lasted seven years.

- Poor thing!

- Please, don't pity me.

Not you,

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