The Last Day Page #2

Some gift.

Not something you'd know about.

No, I frequent the wrong people.

Myfriends are broke, their parents too.

But they're great fun,

so my gifts are to myself.

Imagine ifyou'd to saythankyou!

Wise up, will you?

Holidaying with folks

always has its price.

Not at all.

Sure, last summeryou said

what a bore her motherwas.

Unlike some, I like to please,

notjust myself!

To please?

So you suck off herfather on the sly?

That's enough!

Saw an article last year on your exhibition.

I was real proud.

There were two photos you'd done.

But badly printed, all blurred.

They'd framed one across the forehead.

A kid at an airport, I think.

Don't you find something's changed?

Where?

Between us.

It's odd seeing you again.

Why?

Here, underthese conditions.

I mean, with Louise and stuff.

What's odd about it?

It's not like before.

A dead gull on the

balcony, it's all yucky.

What's going on?

I had a nightmare.

Really?

We were on this beach...

No, don't tell.

And it's so hot, with these T-shirts...

Not hot?

What's up?

I've a crick in my neck.

Like a massage?

Yeah.

Where are your parents?

In Paris.

What do they do?

They get by...

Myfatherwrites, books and stuff.

And my mother left a long time ago...

upped and left, overnight.

Without saying?

Saying what?

Why don't we make love?

You prefer Mathieu, is that it?

Not in bed?

What're you doing?

Taking a bath.

- At two in the morning. - Half-three.

Who was there?

Everyone, except you.

Martine's going to La Rochelle tomorrow.

Ifyou want to go, she's leaving at 11.

No way.

- Sorry? - Nothing.

Who won?

England, three nil.

Could do with a TV here.

- Thanks! - What? Sorry.

Who wants a hot chocolate?

It's nothing...

Yeah? Like to see you.

You're pressing too hard. Let me try...

Got a bandage?

Yeah.

Really suits you.

Have a look.

How does it feel?

Isn't it a bit bridal?

No, it never reallywas.

It's nice and airy.

But not exactly Christmas.

That's the whole point.

Don't like Christmas?

Know anyone who does?

What's this dress?

Don't like it?

Looks like a wedding dress.

Your mother gave it to me.

Said we've got to dress up.

Look at me.

Close your eyes.

Okay.

Hurry up, they're ready downstairs.

The guests have arrived.

I need a little room...

They're here, but they don't go out.

He's okay, but she's not well.

She had breast cancer.

Really? I didn't know.

They removed the right breast.

Dearfriends, I propose a toast

to our new boat.

A happy NewYearto you all!

Happy NewYear!

And to the future

young married couple!

What are you making?

Vodka and apple.

Is it a nice mix?

- A new cocktail? - Taste...

It's strong.

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