The Clouded Yellow Page #3

So I couldn't have gone on, anyway.

What a pity.

Mr Somers!

You won't tell Jess

what I said to you, will you?

No... no I won't.

I TOLD you not to come

to this part of the house!

I don't mind WHICH part of the house

I come to.

Why can't I still come to yours?

Because I like it better here.

I like the view!

Get out of here!..

Before I call my husband!

You should have called him

a long time ago...

...if you were going to call him at all.

Oh, Jim... sorry!

I didn't mean to say that.

I didn't... really!

Please... please!

Got any honey to spare?

What are YOU doing here?

Oh, don't be so high and mighty!

Why don't you relax a bit?

Don't you like me?

All the other girls do.

You've no right to BE here.

Go away!

That's not very friendly!

Give me my comb!

Say "please".

Please.

No... not friendly enough...

I can't get any honey,

and I can't get friendly...

So I'll keep this.

Hick!

Is anything the matter?

He's taken my comb.

Is he a friend of yours, too?

I don't know...

He does stupid things.

What's he been up to?

Oh, nothing.

Well, I'll get back to my butterflies.

I should avoid Hick,

if I were you, child.

I do.

How long is Mr Somers

going to stay here?

A month or two.

I like him.

I shouldn't say so.

Not to your aunt.

Oh, I wouldn't...

not to Jess.

I must get another comb.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry...I forgot.

Forgot!..You do it purposely!

No I don't.

-Don't you lie to me!

Oh, Mr Somers...I didn't see you

standing there.

I'm really very sorry.

Sophie... please go.

I expect you think I'm very unkind

to Sophie.

Well, it's none of my business, Mrs Fenton.

But you must be thinking it.

That was her father's music

she was playing.

Her father's?

He was Georges Malraux, the composer.

Malraux?

Didn't he shoot himself and his wife?

She was my sister.

The marriage was hopeless

from the start.

But why the suicide?

He was unbalanced...

He needed someone strong...

that could understand him.

Sophie was only 6 when it happened.

It was dreadful.

You see... she found them.

When Nicholas and I arrived...

she was kneeling by her mother...

She'd bent over her...

There was blood on her hands.

How dreadful!

Mr Somers...

I have to tell you this...

Sophie is like her father...

...and it's very bad for her

to be reminded of the past.

We have to watch her... she gets things

twisted and wrong.

It can be dangerous.

She's right...I do get things muddled.

We ALL get muddled sometimes.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I was hoping I'd see you, Sophie.

Why?

I have an apology to make to you.

You mean, about last night?

It wasn't your fault.

No... you once told me that your aunt

wouldn't let you play the piano.

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