Paradise Page #4

you wrote for our local paper.

I don't think they care

what I wrote in a local paper.

But your skills... there ought

to be a lot to dig up in Stockholm.

Sure, but it would be nice

to get published too.

I could let you come

sell me to my boss.

You're my staunchest supporter.

What's the matter?

Mother...

they'll take care of her.

- Should we wait out here?

Thank you. - She just collapsed.

The ambulance took forever.

The paramedic couldn't tell me much,

we'll have to wait and see.

- What could...?

- I don't know! A stroke, I guess.

A stroke?

- But... why were you there?

- Because I was visiting gran.

- You didn't tell me.

- I went to visit gran.

- And it's a good thing I did, right?

- Of course...

Ill have to call Leif,

we won't be having dinner tonight.

- Of course you can't!

- I'm aware of that...

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- She needs professional care!

- She needs love, damn it!

Don't you yell at me!

No, she needs professional care!

She needs care. Is she supposed

to stay at your place alone all day?

- I'll quit work. For her sake.

- That's absolutely ridiculous.

- Someone in this family should care.

- You ran off to Stockholm.

And now you're going to quit?

Right... it stinks!

You ran away

and left us here to take the heat.

- What are you talking about?

- You know.

What am I supposed to say?

Do you know what's it's like for me?

What's it's like to be a cashier

and hear all the gossip?

- You know what I mean.

- Tell me!

They wonder what really happened.

People talk. You ran away,

but around here, people talk.

- If they talk...

- I don't think you did anything wrong.

But I have no say

in what other people think.

You should have seen that coming.

How has that made us feel?

What it's been like for two years?

All this fuss all the time...

oh, well...

what do you have to say now?

Why are you looking at me like that?

- What's wrong with you?

- You're tragic.

It's so sad

that you never ever defend me.

This whole business with Sven...

you never considered me.

- You... don't give a damn about me!

- What a nasty thing to say!

You're always so nasty to me.

You go on and on about gran.

But what about your own mother?

Gran is my mother!

You ought to... she's my mother!

Don't act like you have exclusive

rights when it comes to loving her!

How do you think I feel?

Everyone's supposed to feel sorry

for you when my mother is dead!

- She's not dead!

- I know, but she's very ill!

Gran?

There you are, my dear.

Do you know that you

are the person Ive loved the most?

It's not fair, but it's the truth.

I'll call in and ask for time off.

I don't want to leave you right now.

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