Sicilian Ghost Story Page #4

you were sad.

I thought how someone like you

could never be sad.

asked you why. And you teased me.

"Luna, you're imagining things

that don't exist," you said.

Then at home I heard my mother

talking about your father -

- and I understood why you were sad.

The second time was when

you invited me to the beach.

But my mother wouldn't let me go.

That day it was my turn to be sad.

I really wanted to go to the beach

with you.

I listened to the radio

all day long in my room.

And without realising,

I started dreaming -

- imagining things that don't exist,

like you say.

But for me if you dream something -

- it means it might exist...

Just for a bit of variety.

You're a little man now.

When you finish eating, write

to that cocksucker of your father -

- that we're treating you well,

but we're starting to lose patience.

Why? Did Grandfather not get

the other letters?

Of course he did.

So why write any more?

If Dad keeps talking with the cops, -

- it means he doesn't give a f***

about me.

How could that be?

If that were the case, he'd already

have stopped being a supergrass...

If I'm still here, -

- it means that you've decided

I'm not going back home.

I'm not writing any more!

I'll come and get it later.

Luna, -

- I don't know if I'll ever come back.

I want to cry, -

- but I'm not going to

in front of this lot.

I wish I could dream -

- like you...

But I can't here...

Your father mustn't drink that.

You don't need to repeat it

every time.

With you two, I do.

Right, that's me finished.

I'll have a shave and we can go.

Will you light the stove in the sauna

before you go?

The sauna? In this heat?

It gets rid of the toxins, -

- it's purifying.

Stewed apples!

It's good for your stomach.

I wouldn't even give these

to the dogs.

We should come here more often.

You say the same thing every time.

What peace and quiet...

We really needed it.

It's been a difficult year, -

- especially for you...

But at last it's behind you.

You did well.

Despite me and your mum

and everyone else, -

- you passed your exams.

And now secondary school in the city.

New classmates.

New friends... A new life!

You know you're the most important

thing in my life, don't you?

I know, Dad.

Can you pass it to me?

Digestion's started!

Now what would you say to trying

to catch a few nice eels?

Here.

Meanwhile... I've something to do...

Leave me alone!

Let... me go!

Have you got a son?

I don't care if you tease me.

If I don't give you this letter,

I'll never be able to do anything, -

- or rather I'll end up only doing

things I don't care about.

I'm not exaggerating.

I lock myself in my room and dream.

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