Kiss of the Spider Woman Page #5

once again.

Are you ready for me, sir?

Um... what do you suggest?

Well, perhaps the lasagna and antipasto.

Don't you think the lasagna

might be fattening?

Then perhaps the steak and onion soup.

That sounds wonderful.

Right.

- Thank you.

- Okay.

His white tunic, the way he moved,

his sad smile.

Everything seemed so perfect,

like in the movies.

You have no idea how much trouble

I went through,

month after month, just to get him

to go for a walk.

But little by little,

I made him see that I respected him.

Anyway, after more than a year,

we finally became friends.

Jesus, did it take you another year

to get him in the sack?

Are you out of your mind?

Nothing at all happened, ever.

You got to be kidding.

Don't you know anything at all?

He's straight. He's married.

I said to him,

"Just once. Let's do it just once",

but, uh, he never wanted to.

I don't believe this.

Here I am staying up all night

thinking about your boyfriend.

Sounds like a real bind, Molina.

All you can do is take it like a man.

I take it...

like a woman.

Always.

That's why I want a husband

who's the boss.

Did you ever meet his wife?

No.

But when they were on the verge

of splitting up,

God, such illusions I had.

Like what?

That he might come home

and live with me.

With my mother and me.

And I would take care of him...

and help him lose

that sadness of his forever.

Well, that's life, Molina.

No, it's a shame.

With your looks and charm,

you should work in a chic restaurant

or in a big luxury hotel,

making three times

what you're getting now

in that stinkhole.

That's not so easy.

I know someone who works

in a big hotel on the coast.

He could talk to the manager,

and -- presto -- a new life.

And be what,

a busboy in a snob joint?

I would make less money than now.

I could help you with a loan.

With your poise,

you'd be a waiter in six months.

I don't know.

Of course you do.

In a year,

a maitre d' in a tuxedo.

You could pay me back in no time.

Maybe.

Anyway, I appreciate your offer.

I'll think about it.

I got to get my bus.

I'm gonna be late.

See you tomorrow.

Bye-bye, Molina.

Good night, Gabriel.

Kiss the children for me.

And then it's over -- again.

My dreams disappear...

into the darkness...

and I wake up alone...

waiting, as always,

waiting and waiting

and waiting and waiting.

Waiting for what?

A man...

Ha ha.

A real man.

But that can't happen

because a real man,

what he wants is a real woman.

Can I ask you a question?

What is a real man in your terms?

Well...

to be marvelous-looking and strong,

without making any fuss about it,

and walking very tall

like my waiter.

He just gives you that impression,

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