Pure Magic: The Mother-Daughter Bond Page #4

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You could sleep in my room

and I'll jump in with Jack later.

-Can l?

-Yeah.

Well, it is what I came for.

I just hadn't expected to do it

without your father.

-Won't you be cold without tights on?

-Mom, I'm not a child.

Who's the fancy man?

-How do you know it's a man?

-Well, I'm assuming it's a man.

Do you like him? Will I meet him?

What does he do?

Shush, Mother.

Thank you so much.

-Go on, enjoy yourself.

-See you later.

-Bye, Jack.

-Bye, Mom.

-Be good.

-I will.

-Where's Mommy? I want....

-Hello, darling.

She won't be long.

You come and get into bed with me.

That's right. You just snuggle up to me.

That's a good boy.

-Stay.

-I better be going.

No, please.

She's pulling this number at the moment

that she's gonna kill herself.

Well, good!

You don't even

sleep with her anymore, do you?

Are you gonna go home

and f*** Carol now, are you?

Darren, my father died.

-My father died.

-I know.

-I still love you, Darren.

-I know, my sweet.

-You still care for me?

-Of course I do.

-Well, say it then. Say it.

-Yeah, of course I do.

Tell me that you love me.

You can't say it, can you? F*** off then!

F***ing hell!

Darren, stop. I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to do that.

Leave her alone, you blasted brute.

-Mommy.

-Yes, I'm here.

Now, give me that.

Thanks.

Go to sleep.

-Where's Mom?

-Hello, darling. I'm picking you up today.

-ls that all right?

-Yeah, it's okay.

You look tired. Have you had a busy day?

Yeah, it was tiring.

Shall I put them in?

Yes, that's a good boy.

Nanny can cut that one.

Will you tell me a story?

Darren tells me stories.

-Does he? Do you like him?

-Yeah.

He told me this one once

about a, like, monster...

with big bogies hanging out of his nose.

-And he had carrots, and onions, and toast.

-Goodness me.

He used to go to starving people

and dangle his face down at them.

Heavens, that's dreadful.

Wow, it looks amazing in here.

She's been to her therapist.

Is that how you say it?

-Yes.

-Go on, chop that up.

-Therapist?

-Yeah.

Can't you talk to your hairdresser,

like everyone else?

Now, plant A will be exposed....

-ls there something wrong with you?

-Yes, there is.

Plant B....

You know, I've got nothing....

Turn this bloody telly off.

...with derision and hate.

Look, I've been wanting

to say this to you for a long time.

But it's not gonna be easy.

Because I like things, sort of,

free now, and open, and honest. So....

What?

-You hardly touched me.

-When?

You know, you never praised

or encouraged me.

I don't believe you ever thought

I could achieve anything.

I never felt valued, Mom.

That is why I'm doing it with a married man

on the f***ing floor.

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