The First Beautiful Thing Page #3

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- You'll be sorry!

Sure. Goodbye.

- It's so nice!

- This is the only double I have.

- Thanks, this is fine.

- I should hope so!

- Mom, we even have flowers!

- They're plastic.

But they're cute.

And we have a sink too!

Time for bed now. It's very late.

- Where'll I sleep?

- Help me push the beds together.

One, two...

Look, we have Jesus too!

- Shall I say my prayers?

- Yes, before going to sleep.

But I have to take a big poop.

Gross!

A big poop?

You have to take a big poop?

I want to go alone.

Okay, honey. I'll wait here.

Mom, are you there?

Yes, honey.

Listen to that rain!

You can't sleep,

Your mind wanders,

you get sad,

and you get pissed off.

- May I?

- Sorry, it's occupied.

- Honey?

- Just a sec.

- Just a sec.

- Take your time.

Want a menthol cigarette?

Sure.

- Thanks.

- No problem.

I was right,

I thought I recognized you!

This summer, at Miss Pancaldi.

You were the prettiest mom.

I was one of the judges.

Sure, you write for the "Telegraph".

Roberto Lenzi.

I report on culture and lifestyle.

But especially entertainment.

Gosh, that must be interesting.

It was at first,

then it got boring.

Naturally I won't ask

what you're doing in a hotel.

We're human, life happens.

Never mind.

- Mom, I did a big one!

- Good girl.

- Flush the toilet.

- I'll do it.

Baby poop is Jesus' poop!

Good night.

You know, you look just like

Ava Gardner when you smile?

You mean Walter Chiari's lover?

You're kidding,

Ava Gardner is gorgeous and elegant.

No, I mean it.

- Mom's smoking.

- Shut up, dummy.

You'd be perfect for the movies.

Me? You're pulling my leg.

No. I wonder if my friend

Augusto Paoletti would agree.

- You know Count Paoletti?

- He has that big villa...

Yes, but he spends his summers

in Castiglioncello.

He's chummy with the stars,

Mastroianni, Sordi, Paolo Panelli...

- Excuse me.

- Goodnight, Doris.

That reminds me:

This summer, maestro Dino Risi

will be shooting his new film

right in Castiglioncello.

Maybe you heard...

- What, you're smoking?

- Just a few puffs.

Mr. Lenzi, you're very kind, but I don't

have time for these things right now.

- As you wish, ma'am.

- Excuse me.

I don't think I'm cut out

for the movies.

- Goodnight.

- Come on, honey.

I can't hear a thing!

Does this thing work?

Giada, can you take a look?

- It doesn't work.

- No? All right, we'll manage.

Here he is, our savior from Milan!

No knobs, it's all modern!

Move over, you're blocking our view!

I was just trying to help.

Sorry.

Are you her son? The professor?

Your mom's quite a woman!

If I were 20 years younger

and had a few more weeks to live...

Hush up, Ennio.

Don't make it worse,

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