O Gebo e a Sombra (Gebo and the Shadow) Page #4

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God help me!

It's true! He changed towards me

the moment he married.

Doroteia!

That's enough!

I need to talk. I need

to get it off my chest!

As if that weren't enough, it was her

that turned you against him.

Mother!

Mother!

You're ungrateful, Doroteia. If only

you knew how ungrateful...

- What?

- Nothing!

I know! I know!

We took her in,

looked after her.

Without us she would have starved.

No one wanted anything to do with her.

And in exchange, she took our

son's affection away from us.

For God's sake,

shut up now!

But it doesn't matter.

I love him enough for both of you.

And the less you love him,

the more I do.

Ah! So you heard?

All the better.

I'm going to bed,

But I won't sleep.

I'll be thinking about him.

I spend my nights thinking.

Aren't you going

to say anything?

Aren't you going to say anything?

Don't cry, lass.

Don't cry.

Let her cry. I've also shed

a great many tears.

My son only has me.

Are you crying?

Serves you right.

It's the unhappiness

that has made her so bitter.

She's worn herself out thinking,

suffering.

'What's wrong with you?

'What's the matter?

Nothing, father.

I'm afraid!

So aml!

We're living under a shadow.

I can't take it. I'm afraid.

It's my son,

he's a miserable wretch!

Maybe the police are after him.

Maybe he has nowhere to sleep.

The day before yesterday, I thought

I saw him at the corner of the road.

I wondered if he had food...

If he was hungry!

If she hears of this,

she'll die.

Listen...

That's her.

She's in the bedroom...

talking to herself... mulling it over.

Now go to bed. I'm going to

stay up working till late.

- All right. Good night, father.

- Good night.

Poor thing...

So silent and so sad.

Always in this hole,

embroidering.

I know you so well.

You get worked up! So worked up!

But you never say a word.

Pray for me, do you hear? For all of us

and for him most of all.

For him, yes.

Don't forget.

Good night.

Come on, now Gebo...

you've got a bit of peace.

Peace?

As I remember, I only have that

when I'm asleep.

Only then can I forget!

There are people in this world

that are so happy!

Carry 2... 7... 15... 90...

Cast out the nines, zero.

No, that won't work.

So 1... 2... 3...

Carry 5... carry 5... carry 5...

Half past nine already!

Time passes...

So 1... 2... 3...

You!

Hello, father!

I hear footsteps in the courtyard.

It must be Chamigo.

It must be him.

He never misses his coffee.

Sometimes you can see in his eyes

that he's dying for coffee.

If I didn't give him any,

he'd cry.

He's not doing too well, the old man.

God knows how he gets by.

Sometimes it pains me.

Here he is.

- Would you allow an artist...?

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