Svart Lucia Page #3

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You are so sensitive, Sandra.

I can walk you home later.

Damn, that was great.

Beautiful...

It was disgusting.

Something like that requires

an esthetic mind. Beautiful.

It was scary as hell, but all you can

say is how beautiful it was?

It was only a cat, Sandra.

An animal.

Have you no emotions?

Who are you, really?

What do you mean?

"Who am I?"

-Do you have any emotions at all?

-I have emotions like everyone else.

-Thats hard to tell.

-And what would you like me to do?

What do you want to know?

-Lets talk about something else.

-No.

Sandra... What do you want to know?

I think its best if I leave.

Sandra...

Cant someone take her virginity so

shell be at least a bit normal.

He let her hair out and wrapped

it around his hand.

Then he pulled her head back.

He kissed her.

Mikaela... Excuse me.

Damn, you scared me.

Are you all right?

Yes. I was just getting this book.

Sometimes when I look at you,

you seem to be somewhere else.

Look. It is so simple.

With just a few lines he manages to

capture the lightness of the body.

Its only a sketch.

He made thousands of them.

Its so beautiful on days like this.

-Isnt it your birthday soon?

-On Lucia Day.

-What do you wish to get?

-Nothing.

I dont like to celebrate my birthday.

I wanted to celebrate my birthday, but all

everyone could think of was Saint Lucia and tinsel.

-Nobody ever sang just for me.

-I can sing for you.

Singing a Lucia song

-Not that one!

Sings a Swedish Happy Birthday song

Hello.

This is Mikaela.

My name is Birgitta.

I have heard about you.

-Yes, she is my classmate.

-You usually dont talk about them.

Only about Mikaela...

and someone else, I think.

Well be in my room.

I think Linda is in your room.

She is sleeping.

Why cant she sleep in her own room?

Are you hungry?

I have some pie left from yesterday,

and salami.

-Im not hungry. Are you?

-No, I just ate. Thanks anyway.

You know where it is.

Wow, she is really good.

-Are they new?

-Yes... Please wait here.

I wish I could do something like this.

Mommy! Mommy, mommy!

What is it this time?

I am so fed up with this!

She has broken all my stuff.

Have you seen what its like in there?

-Did you hit her?

-I kicked her in the head, why?

Come on, we need to talk.

I dont understand you anymore.

-What dont you understand?

-Why do you look at me like that?

Dont you understand that Im worried?

-Im worried about you.

-Me?

Go upstairs to the girl.

Well talk about this later.

-Younger sisters...

-I didnt know you had one.

She is my half-sister.

I call her "bread loaf".

She looks like a loaf of bread.

Who is her father?

His name is Frank. He live here

for some time. It was a good time.

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