Little Thirteen Page #3

That's no good.

- We're no scratch cards.

It's not luck, but technique.

- First prize! Scratch card...

No, you need the right technique...

Right...

Want to show me the garden?

- Definitely. With pleasure.

Well, you go and

"have a look at the garden".

Got a blanket or something?

I'm cold.

Hey, wait, it's god-awful wet here.

- Wet?

Wait a sec.

I'll be right back.

Hey, I need the blanket. Give it to me.

- Are you crazy? Hey!

Got us a blanket.

Good thinking, right?

Are they still sitting there?

- Yes.

Go on!

Want the blanket?

- No...

My braces chafe a bit.

Get back on the blanket.

- Wait...

Did you bring a condom?

- No.

Sh*t.

- Never mind that now.

It's alright, I'm on the pill. Go on.

- You sure?

Dude!

Dead sure?

You worry too much.

Let's wait a little, okay?

Why?

We don't have to f***

on our first date, do we?

It's the second time we meet.

- Yes.

Do you think I'm stupid?

- You're not stupid, not ugly, either!

I never said that.

- Right, but...

We don't have to rush things, do we?

We can just wait a little, can't we?

You really don't think I'm pretty.

I think you're dead pretty!

You've got a wonderful smile.

And you're a great dancer.

Really?

- I saw you in the Manhattan.

So now what?

I don't know.

Tell me something about yourself.

What you like to do, don't like to do.

Doreen must've told you all that.

Is your mother always that way?

Yes.

This place is full of slugs

and other creepy-crawlies.

F***ing mosquitoes,

I hate them and everything that bites.

Here's a bad joke:

I only see one thing that bites around here.

And who might that be?

You're a great one to talk to.

I like that.

Hello.

Well?

So how was it?

Pretty good.

- Pretty good?

What?

- What's up with you? Everything okay?

He's a little tense.

He needs a massage.

What's up?

- Cut it out, dude.

What's going on with you two?

A little uptight?

What's wrong with you?

- Stop it, man!

Calm down, will you?

- What's up with you two?

Dude!

- F*** you, man!

Why did you throw away my cap?

- Because you were punching me, man!

Hold that.

- I'll do my best.

No, not over there.

Come here.

Hold still.

It's gonna look cool anyway.

Hold that.

- Like this?

Stop laughing.

Could you not smoke?

There are kids here!

So get your own apartment!

Chayenne,

shall I cut your brother's hair, too?

Hey, little man.

Shall we cut those? No?

- He's my son!

And the little girl?

- Hers, too.

Nothing to do with me.

Did you hurt yourself?

It happens in a flash, Doreen.

Before you know it you're a grandma.

Nele's woken up!

Nele's woken up.

Nele's woken up!

Nele's woken up!

Here's something to drink...

Nele.

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