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Oh, my God!

Carry on.

- What are you doing?

- I was going to fry the onions.

Do you have to do it this minute?

I want to do it while you're

here so you can put me right!

There was a time when I wouldn't have felt it so

much, you saying that you loved somebody else!

But a few weeks ago Istarted falling

in love with you all over again.

- It was as if you'd-you'd suddenly

come alive! - Yes, that's how it felt.

Ispoke to Father.

- Did he make an awful scene?

- I had it coming.

Oh! I can't bear the idea

of him thinking badly of you.

He has every reason to.

But he doesn't know what I'm like,

what you've had to put up with!

Helen! Don't...

Please, don't be nice to me.

I'm not being nice to you.

Mother, what happened?

I was trying to come downstairs.

Ow!

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

- What have you

done? - Oh-oh!

- Couldn't you have waited for me?

- I can't wait around all day.

The piano is driving me mad!

- Wait, Mother, wait!

- Come on, come on.

Come on. Come on.

- Are you sure you are all right?

- Yes, I'm all right.

You scared me.

- We're on our way.

- At last!

You're really leaving?

Helen, please...

Chat, chat, chat. Don't

know what you've got to talk about.

- You told me you were finished with her.

- Stop it.

Look, if I asked you one more time,

please stay, would it make any difference?

I'll come back tomorrow. We'll

talk about it then, I promise.

If we don't get Mother to

the car now, we never will.

- He won't come back.

- Please, stay out of it!

If you'd have been a proper wife to him

- this wouldn't have happened.

- How dare you?

She's a wonderful wife in

ways you'll never understand!

So, why are you leaving?

Ineed to go to the toilet.

Bloody hell!

Good idea, Mother.

Before we get going.

What is this place?

You said you were thirsty.

A glass of water to take my pills.

I'm sure they serve water.

There we are.

Erm... A glass of beer for me.

And for you, Mother?

Mother?

Water.

Now that we've sat down, at least

have a cup of coffee, a little cake?

Remember what the doctor said

- you've got to build yourself up.

Beer and water, please.

That's all. Thank you.

Lovely here, isn't it?

Give me all of them.

Put me out of my misery.

- Don't talk like that. - Why not?

There's nothing left for me but pain.

The doctors say your lungs are

clear. That's why we're going home.

You just want us out of the way.

- Me and the children.

- They're at camp.

Anne and I will have them for

the weekends. It's all arranged.

Oh, of course, you don't

want me in your love nest.

I've told you a hundred times, Mother. Come

and live with us, if that's what you want.

You expect me to live under

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