Honig im Kopf Page #4

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they'll see...

next-door's tacky gnomes!

And when they enter the garden...

Thank you so much. Bravo!

Elisabeth was so very fond of roses.

Dad, Mom's name was Margarethe.

Fine, then. Margaritas.

Tell me a story, Grandpa.

A story?

About you and Dad,

when he was my age.

You sure ask tricky questions.

Remember when we camped?

In the yard.

To make it exciting, Grandpa told me

our yard

was full of raccoons and foxes at night.

So we grabbed spades, broomsticks,

anything we found in the toolshed,

to arm ourselves

to get safely to the tent.

Yes, you...

- You even took your fishing rod.

- You remember that?

How could I ever forget that?

As if you can chase off a raccoon

with a fishing rod.

Once we are lying in the tent,

I hear this really strange noise.

A kind of wailing, sort of a "Whoooh!"

He says it was a raccoon.

And I say, "Raccoons don't howl!"

He says, "They do around here."

I still don't know

if howling raccoons exist.

- That was me.

- No!

You never told me that.

You never asked me.

I spoke to a doctor today.

He'd like to examine you.

Why?

- Because.

- Because I'm an idiot?

You think I don't notice?

Dad, you're not an idiot.

Of course I am.

- I'm not going to the doctor.

- Maybe he can help you.

You sound like your mom.

She wanted you to see a doctor?

I don't remember anymore.

But he can't help me.

I'm definitely sure about that.

INVITATION:

Do you prefer brown or beige?

- Beige.

- You sure?

Then brown.

- You didn't even look.

- I've got bigger worries

than our damn summer party!

Did you speak to your dad?

- Yes, he won't.

- What do you mean?

- He doesn't want to be examined.

- Now what?

Nothing. My father's a grown man.

How can I make him go to the doctor?

Like you made me

let him bring his junk.

Do it without telling him.

He has Alzheimer's. He needs help.

You can't let him make the rules.

Grab him and take him to the doctor!

Besides, he can't live here forever.

He's completely mixed up.

Neither of us

has the time to look after him.

- I have to go to London tomorrow.

- Who'll take Tilda to the doctor?

- I've got my big pitch.

- Dad will.

You're joking.

I explained it to him.

- I even made him a neck pouch.

- A neck pouch?

- Brown or beige?

- Brown.

There's no way.

We've just been through this.

You think he can take her to the doctor?

There's no way that will ever work.

What are you doing?

I'm... tidying UP-

Will you remember

to pick me up from school

to take me to the doctor?

PICK UP TILDA TOMORROW

- Don't worry, I've got it covered.

- You sure?

Absolutely.

Hey, you funny thing, who are you?

I'm Berta.

Hello, Beata.

- Where are we going tomorrow?

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