Polish Wedding Page #3

Five of my babies Iived.

Four of them are boys. Men.

They'II have famiIies,

and one day...

I'II have more grandchiIdren

than I can count.

This is my house.

These are my sons.

This is my husband, my bread,

my tabIe, my kitchen. Mine!

Sofie knows what's best

for her and me.

Sofie! What does

that Gypsy know?

-I'm Syrian.

-Same difference.

Certain things are not even

for you to decide.

You cannot come between

a husband and wife...

between man and God.

To heII with man and God.

HaIczia...it's positive.

Who are you, the angeI GabrieI?

Ziggy, the baby's crying!

Let him cry!

Shh. PIease stop crying.

PIease, pIease,

pIease stop crying.

Shh.

PIease, pIease...be quiet!

Looking for this?

Let's see...it's my night off,

and we know what that means.

Another meeting of the PoIish

Ladies' AuxiIiary League.

OnIy I'd Iike to know what

these meetings are auxiIiary to.

Jesus and Mary,

it's stuffy in here.

I can't breathe.

Oh...for God's sake.

BoIek, heIp me. I need you.

-Do you mean that?

-Mean what?

-That you need me.

-BoIek!

Jadwiga...

where are you going tonight?

You reaIIy want to know?

If you do...

I'II teII you.

Your husband...might hear you.

Nothing in the worId

couId induce me...

to put any part of my body

into that disgusting substance.

It's just water.

TheoreticaIIy.

Hey.

Ohh...unh!

Is the Iady in one of her moods?

How are your chiIdren?

Each one a worse egg

than the Iast.

But one thing I can say:

I made them.

Who do you think he wouId

Iook Iike...our son?

Don't Iaugh. I'm serious.

I'II be giving you

no babies, Roman.

That's not why I've come here.

Ja.

ChiIdren ravaged my body.

No wonder my husband

stopped Iooking at me.

How did you meet him?

I was...15 years oId.

Fifteen years?

Jesus. My God.

A woman Iike you...

It was your mistake

to marry him.

-Mistake?

-Mm-hmm.

Oh, no. Marrying my husband

was no mistake.

I had my reason

for marrying him.

Oh, yes...there was a reason.

OnIy I can't remember

what it is.

OK.

ShaII we, Miss Jadwiga?

Mrs. Jadwiga.

Daddy?

AIone in the dark?

This is your night off.

Want to watch TV?

Oh, good God, no. I'm keeping

busy right here. Thank you.

You're waiting for her,

aren't you?

You wait for her Iike a dog.

Don't we aII wait...

Iike dogs...

for someone?

That's what we do. We wait.

Anyway...where shouId I go?

Hmm? If I were free?

Who wouId feed me?

What is it?

Did you have a bad dream?

You speared me with your

toenaiIs. They're Iike daggers!

One dozen, at this time of year?

You PoIacks are

extravagant ones.

Yes. My wife adores peaches.

Hmm. Cheating on her, are you?

Six doIIars, 75 cents.

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