Summer with Monika Page #3

I'll be busy here till midnight.

That's Dad's boat.

We can stay there.

That's great.

Smells a bit of paint,

but it's not too bad.

I'm soaking wet,

but I'll freeze if I take my coat off.

The sleeping bag's warm.

I don't want to wrinkle my skirt.

Take off your pants

so you don't ruin the creases.

What nice long legs you have.

Come here.

The lamp.

What's the matter?

It's 10:
00. I overslept.

I'll catch hell at work.

Why even go?

I quit my job last week.

Stay here with me today.

No, I better not.

I'll be back just after 5:00.

I'll buy some food.

Harry, you got any money?

I'm broke.

Will that do?

Yeah.

See ya.

Take care of yourself.

- It's about time.

- Sorry. I overslept.

The nerve, when we're so busy!

That was damned careless!

- Shall I deliver that first?

- No, pack that crate.

It's a rush order,

and I'm busy here.

Johan, the old man's coming.

Now you're in for it.

He knows you were late.

Finally decided to show up?

I didn't hear my alarm.

Dad's sick, so I'm alone.

Out with hussies, no doubt.

Like that slut at the grocery store.

Mind your own business!

How dare you talk back to me!

That damned...

That boy's hopeless.

Watch your tone, young man.

I've had several complaints lately.

- I told you.

- I do my best, but I just get yelled at.

I quit!

- Not without a week's notice.

Never mind.

We'll let the boy go.

Write out a reference for him.

No pay for this week,

but we'll have to give him

his vacation pay.

Well? Hurry it up.

Pack it yourself.

I'm leaving.

We're buried with work, damn it,

and I can't stay late!

That's not my problem.

Johan, I've got a little...

Okay, I'll be right there.

Now we can go

wherever we like.

Like you said that time in the caf:

"Let's go away!"

Now we can forget

about all those bastards.

I hate all of them,

trying to hold us back

and make us grovel.

Let them scurry around like rats...

we won't be there.

Let's leave this minute!

Hurry!

Come on.

Harry, wake up!

I overslept!

I didn't oversleep.

- No.

Coffee's ready.

I made it myself.

You managed the stove yourself?

Clever girl.

Come on.

Imagine them slaving away

at Forsberg's now.

And down in that old cellar,

carrying crates around

in the dust and dirt.

We rebelled, Monika,

against all of them.

Remember the story we read

last night? The Outlaw Lover.

Oh, dear, I've grown tubby.

I can't dance.

Never mind.

You're still the sweetest of them all.

Come on.

Wait a minute.

Let's get out of here.

I know a much nicer pier.

All right.

Isn't that Lelle?

You're crazy. Come on.

You see...

I've always been lonely.

My mother got sick

when I was five.

She was sick until she died.

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