Friends Page #3

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"tossing the grasses to and fro.

"And a rainbow held out

its shining hand,

"so what could I do but laugh and go?"

"My mother died when I was born.

"I lived with my father, on our own,

"and we had a cottage where we'd go.

And he died, too.

"Now I'm alone."

That's a poem, too.

I made it up, but it's true.

Now it's your turn.

My mother ran away

and my father's got a lot of money.

That's all.

Poor Michelle.

Poor Paul. Rich Paul.

Poor little rich boy.

- I'll definitely phone in the morning.

- All right.

Oh, what a day!

We used to have days

like this every day.

- Were you happy with your father?

- Very happy. Always.

- We had a house in Arles.

- Arles?

- That's right down south, isn't it?

- Yes.

My father was an artist, and in

the summer we'd go to the Camargue,

- and he would paint.

- I wish my father did something useful.

We had a cottage, a tiny cottage that

only he and I...

Only I know.

Camargue.

It's miles away.

It's in another world.

Why don't you wash?

Why should I? I'm new.

I'm brand new this morning,

in a new world.

You can still wash.

And then you've got to phone.

You're going back today.

Well, aren't you?

Michelle?

They don't want me.

- Where are you going, then?

- To the cottage I told you about.

In the Camargue? You can't live there.

Yes, I can. Nobody cares about me.

They'll never find me.

Why don't I come, too?

Just for a day or two.

You haven't been asked.

You've got to wash first.

- That's the way to wash!

- Come back!

- That leaves us 20 francs.

- That's good.

We would have had more

if you hadn't phoned your cousin.

Was she very angry?

She has Pierre. She doesn't want me.

They're all the same,

as long as you don't bother them.

Paul, look! Arles!

It's a bit small.

Michelle!

I didn't mean it. It's a lovely cottage.

Michelle.

It's got every modern convenience.

Food?

I told you, we used to stay here,

sometimes for quite a while.

And when you came to Paris

it was just locked up?

- I came alone and put everything away.

- Can I help?

You can split some logs.

Do you know how?

Oh, bloody!

Come here!

Stand back and I'll show you.

You?

Like that.

Why are we moving everything about?

I'm tired.

That was my father's place.

I want everything to be different.

Is this for you or me? Or both of us?

- I didn't mean it.

- Then you shouldn't have said it.

I don't think much of you anyway.

- He ever sell any?

- Of course he did.

- To the tourists in Arles.

- Tourists will buy anything.

I was only joking.

How are you going to live here?

I can work.

You don't stand a chance.

You'll starve to death in a month.

Maybe if I stayed with you.

- Perhaps that wouldn't be right.

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