Little black spiders Page #4

Cecilia, do something!

Vicky, that baby's dead.

You have to...

No, it's not dead!

It wasn't dead! It was crying!

It had brown hair!

- Vicky, you're hysterical!

- Simone!

I'm on to you, you know.

You're lying!

Yes, but now you know why.

- There were complications.

- Yeah, right.

She didn't want that baby.

You know that, Roxanne.

- She probably had a miscarriage.

- Hypocritical b*tches, all of you.

Katja...

Hey, say something.

Leave me alone, Rox.

- We always do that in France.

- Why in France?

Come.

This is our Katja.

Hello.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, and thank you.

Bye.

Can I ask you something?

Yes.

I don't know what it's like...

...having a baby.

I'm a bit scared.

The labor and all that.

All mothers have done it.

You can do it too.

They say that it hurts a lot.

It's not a lot of fun.

But you'll soon forget it.

Yes, that's true...

...when I see my baby.

- I'll get something beautiful in return.

- Yes.

That's right, Katja.

Wednesday, May 12, 1978.

Dearest Guy, I miss you.

I miss you so much.

Clara?

What's that?

Nothing.

Is that chocolate?

No.

- Give it to me.

- Share.

- But it was a gift.

- Clara, share.

Thank you.

Come on!

I'm worried, Guy.

You were going to tell me something.

I'm waiting for you.

I love you.

I think of you. I think of you all the time.

All day long I think of you.

Do you still think of me?

I want to see you.

My dearest Guy, where are you now?

I miss you, I need you.

You promised to help me. I need

to talk to you about our child.

My dearest Guy, I miss you.

I need you.

Your Katharina forever and ever.

Friday, June 3, 1978.

Guy, you haven't forgotten

about me, have you?

I don't know what to think anymore, Guy.

The devil!

The devil!

Go on, phone him.

You're already at it, anyway.

Is Guy there?

Could you ask Guy to phone me?

It's Katharina.

The number is 011682311.

He knows who.

It's urgent.

They're all the same, Katja.

Guy isn't. He's different.

Oh, Katja.

- Are you ready?

- Yes.

- Do you have everything?

- Yes, everything.

OK, good.

- Aren't you cold?

- No, I'm fine.

- Here.

- Thank you.

See you tonight.

- Katharina?

- Guy.

I need to talk to you.

Five minutes.

OK, get in.

The door is open.

We have to move...

...to Westmalle. New school too.

A boys' school.

I'll teach second year: Latin Greek.

Latin Caesar

De Bello Gallico.

'Omnia gallia devisa est in partes tres'.

Remember?

- It's pretty big already.

- Yeah.

It's nearly 8 months.

I think it's a girl.

How are we going to do it?

When the baby's born?

Because Westmalle is far away.

Everything... will be fine.

You aren't ashamed of me, are you?

Everything will be arranged.

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