Gods and Monsters Page #5
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- 1998
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- You will not hurt him? - I'm gonna sit in
a chair, and he's gonna draw my picture.
Is that gonna hurt him?
No.
I'm sorry.
Forget everything I said.
I will take the tray.
Yeah, you do that.
Ah, Mr. Boone.
Come into my parlor.
Ah, Hanna.
Good.
Thank you.
And, Hanna, good-bye.
Now, I'm sure you'd like to wet
your whistle while I work. Hmm?
Oh.
Beer.
And we'll take it, uh,
slowly today...
because this is your
first time modeling.
- Oh, hey, did you see this?
- Hmm?
- They're showing one of your movies
tomorrow night. - You don't say.
- Which picture?
- Uh, Bride of Frankenstein.
Ah.
Mmm.
No, I much prefer
The Invisible Man or Showboat.
Right.
Now, shall we begin?
Yeah. I'm, uh...
I'm ready when you are.
- Oh, that shirt, Mr. Boone.
- Hmm?
Oh, it's new.
Yes, I, I am sorry. It's just too white.
It's too distracting.
Would it be asking you
too much to take it off?
Well, I'm not wearing
an undershirt today.
Oh, pish posh.
I'm not your Aunt Tillie.
You did say that you just
wanted to draw my face, right?
Oh, well, if it's going to make
you feel uncomfortable,
perhaps we can find
something else for you to wear.
Now, um...
across your shoulders like a toga.
Would that help you overcome
your schoolgirl shyness?
All right, all right.
I'll take the shirt off.
Kinda warm in here anyway.
Oh, yes.
That's better.
Now...
And if you'd like to sit
slightly sideways... to me.
That's right. And then just put
your arm on the box there.
Just so.
Why don't you take a picture?
It'll last longer.
That's exactly
what I'm going to do.
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
It's just like
being at the doctor.
You have to remain perfectly still
while I examine and scrutinize you.
Dripping.
Huh?
Do you ever eat dripping
in this country?
The fats from roast
and such...
kept congealed in a jar...
and then used like butter
on bread and toast.
Sounds like something
you'd feed the dog.
Yes, it is. Only the poorest
families ever et it.
We used to keep ours
in a large, blue crockery jar.
Your family ate,
uh, dripping?
Oh, of course not.
No, no.
As I said,
only the poorest families.
Oh, God, it's ironic.
What is?
I've spent much of my life
outrunning the past,
and now it floods
all over me.
There's something about
the openness of your face
that makes me want
to tell the truth.
Yes, our family
ate dripping.
Beef dripping.
And four to a bed.
And a privy out
back in the alley.
Are you also from the slums,
Mr. Boone?
Well, we weren't rich,
but we weren't poor either.
No, well, you were
middle-class, hmm?
Like all Americans, hmm?
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