The First Day of the Rest of Your Life Page #5

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Please...

Listen up.

You made my little sister

shed blood and tears.

From today on,

don't even think of her again,

or you'll think of me, too.

And if you do,

I'll waste you.

Got that?

You big midget.

- Got any Abba?

- No.

- And Ba... Barananama.

- No.

- Got any Eagles?

- Piss off.

Deneb Alpha what?

Deneb Alpha Centauri.

A star 1,600 light years from Earth.

Are you cold?

I don't believe it.

He's picking up Fleur!

Let her live a bit.

Sh*t, Dad's an hour late!

Chill out!

If they watch,

they'll see you and me...

in this yard.

You go. I'll only get mad.

You're a pain!

Where were you?

You forgot her?

You said midnight.

It's after 1:
00!

I'm not a kid!

- Lay off.

- Shut up!

That's enough. Calm down.

Don't talk to me like that!

I will if I want.

I'm your father.

Don't shove me, you jerk!

God damn loser!

You see, Dad,

that's grunge.

Friday, December 3, '93...

the first day

of the rest of my life.

LIFE IS A SEXUALLY

TRANSMITTED DISEASE!

SATURDAY, JUNE 22, 1996

Raph isn't here right now.

It's Mom. Today's

your brother's wedding.

Be on time.

Thank you, dear.

I didn't get a bottle today.

I didn't have time.

Come in. I've made tripe.

My own private reserve.

I'm listening.

Purplish hue...

Orangey reflections...

First whiff...

Preserved fruit.

With airing, the notes become...

- What's the word?

- More vegetal.

That's it.

Typical of St. Emilion?

At the second taste,

we find ripe fruit,

comfortable...

welcoming...

Spicy notes, too:

pepper, paprika and damp earth.

I drank this wine

every day for a year.

Your dad didn't tell you?

I was in the Resistance.

I didn't do much,

but the Gestapo arrested me all the same.

I escaped.

I fled to the Bordeaux area,

where a family of winegrowers

ran the risk of hiding me.

I stayed there

until France was liberated,

safe in their cellar.

Where they stocked this?

Chteau Sainte-Claudine.

Named after their daughter.

Your grandmother.

I never dared open one of these before.

Even the best scents

can make you suffer.

Is remembering her that painful?

You know...

everything reminds me of her.

These trinkets,

the furniture she hunted down...

That armchair was her favourite.

I can still see her sit down in it...

cross her legs...

and smile at me.

This apartment is a bit like...

a time machine?

A bit.

Fleur, come and see.

Come on, dear.

This is impossible.

I ask you to help,

and you mess me up!

You've put Aunt Anna

next to Cousin Jean.

So?

They haven't spoken for 25 years!

This will be a chance to.

It won't.

They can't be together.

You Shook Me All Night Long

by AC/DC.

Angus Young is the greatest.

He goes wild on the solos.

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