Looking Over: The Edge of Love Page #4

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Who marched to the top of a... hillick

He stood legs astride

and whipped out his pride

And spread Brylcreem all over his fillick

What's a fillick?

- Showing your ignorance now, Cat.

- William's will be nice, whatever it is.

Not that you're seeing him again.

- He'll still have a nice one.

- Come here, Vera Bera.

Come on. Come and have a cuddle.

Go on, you're welcome to it. I don't want him.

Don't change, Vera Bera.

You're the star in my dark sky.

Don't you ever change.

- What am I in your sky?

- You're on my earth, Caitlin.

Just where I want you to be. Come on.

Come and have a cuddle.

What are you laughing at? What?

What?

What is it?

What? What?

It's like living with children.

- Oh, God!

- I'm going to the pub.

What's it like having a son?

Oh, exhausting.

I can't imagine it.

He's a whole world away from here.

Safe and sound.

You could die in an air raid.

- I'm not going to.

- You might.

This is not

how I would choose to seduce someone.

My firm intention is to live forever.

- Is that a promise?

- Cross my heart.

You only think you're in love with the poet.

You know that, don't you?

His name's Dylan.

You can say Dylan, can't you?

- So, you admit you're in love with him?

- Bloody lawyer, are you?

I'm not saying I'm the better man,

but I'm not married, Vera.

And you'll admit that gives me an advantage.

I'll admit nothing.

On the grounds that it may incriminate you?

You're trying to provoke me, aren't you?

First love's all right as far as it goes.

Last love, that's what I'm interested in.

Oh, you think you're so damn wise.

- What do you want, Vera?

- Oh...

the moon from out of the skies,

the stars in all their glitter.

What else?

It makes you know you're alive, wanting.

That's what I think.

Oh, I'm alive all right.

Every last bit of me.

Oh! Stay there.

- Right, stay still.

- All right!

Still!

- I'm as good as he is.

- Good as who is?

Dylan. The bugger.

He thinks that I am put on this earth

to nurture his talent.

Cook for him, have his children, clean for him.

That's all I'm here for.

Who's nurturing my bloody talent?

- Will William nurture your talent?

- I'll nurture my own.

Cut off his trigger finger, that's what I'd do.

I would, I'd come up quietly in the night

and I'd tie him down and I'd... maim him.

Look at us. How do they live up to us?

They don't, dirty tarts!

- My brother died for the likes of you!

- I didn't bloody ask him to, did I?

Bleeding conchie! Lick my bleeding boot!

Welsh seamen. You can smell them a mile off.

- I ain't got no quarrel with you!

- Damn right!

What are you protecting him for? Scum, he is!

Get back to your drinking. Now. Go on.

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