My Mother, the Mermaid Page #3

Where will that take you if

you ignore the joy of others?

You're serious, too.

It's a mask, idiot.

I invited Rea for a drink

with us tonight at the house.

Is that OK?

Yes.

Good.

Are you afraid?

Of course not.

Pity.

Mom.

Mom!

Mom!

Pierre,

get dressed.

We're taking you

out to the Yumbo.

Kiss me too, Rea.

Rea, please.

Little boy, the first kiss

I give you will be on your ass.

Please, can you pass by...

pass by the golf club.

I would like to see, the golf club,

I would like to see if it's still open.

My tongue will dig

around down there.

It will clean your

adorable shitty hole.

What did you tell him?

I can't wait to

eat his filthy ass.

Hey, my filthy ass

is as clean as yours!

What?

Why are you mad?

Show me, if I'm wrong.

What?

Here...

Stop it!

Stop it!

Let's check it out.

Can you turn on the light please?

Thank you.

Disgusting!

You're disgusting!

I think you overestimated

the cleanliness of your hole.

Go find him!

Go find him!

I beg you.

Go find him.

-You're worse than them!

-Let's go inside.

No.

I'm not moving.

Get up, Marthe.

The neighbors will hear.

Get up, please.

Stop it!

Come on...

Let me go!

Stop it!

-What happened to him?

-He's sleeping.

You slept there, Marthe?

-I must speak to you.

-Not now.

-It's important.

-It can wait.

-In your room?

-No.

I'll show you.

I must speak to you.

Are you OK?

Yes.

I was thinking of

your father's death.

Actually, it was

a good death.

And are you OK?

Fine.

I went to church.

Oh, Pierre.

Don't start that again.

It's OK.

I'm happy.

Everything's fine.

-Were you happy yesterday?

-Yes.

Even if everything will

have to be disrupted.

The pleasure only begins the

moment the worm is in the fruit.

While praying, I decided

to do what Rea wants.

That deserves a toast!

Bring on the bottles.

To your loves with Rea!

She still makes me afraid.

The three of us

will dine together.

You'll spend the

night with her.

-You're going to leave me?

-No.

I won't leave you.

I'll have fun on my own.

Get the drinks.

Pierre...

Do you know your

mother is nuts?

Yes.

-Don't leave us after dinner.

-Yes.

No!

I'll be sad if you go away.

I'm not your age anymore.

You two will have

more fun without me.

I wouldn't want an old

mother to hurt my fun.

You're not an old mother!

I must be, since I remember

being the worst child ever.

Don't wild daughters

always become old mothers?

I was wild.

Really, a wild child.

I ran alone in the woods.

I'm just as wild today.

You're probably right...

I might not be

an old mother.

Horseback riding

in the woods...

I rode bareback.

I threw off my clothes.

Pierre!

Are you listening?

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