The Rose Tattoo Page #3

Come le rose d'Aprile

Le gioie d'amore...

Rose?

How do you know my name?

What other name could it be?

I'm not disappointed.

Honest, I'm not.

Well, I'm disappointed, sure, but...

What I mean is, I...

I respect you for it.

Actually, I did want to let you kiss me.

You know something?

We're locked in this place.

Locked?

Mama will kill me.

Hey, back there, did you

really want to let me?

I was scared to, though.

- My heart was beating so fast...

- You don't need to explain.

- Maybe next time I...

- When? When?

Is tomorrow OK?

Tomorrow and tomorrow

and tomorrow is OK, OK, OK.

Then tomorrow, I'll let you kiss me.

Civics, you study civics...

...till a quarter past one?

Yes, I study civics.

Civics is very important,

and tomorrow's the final.

Oh, I know.

I'm very tired, Mama.

Help me unfold the sofa, will you?

Come here, Rosa.

Come on.

Kneel to Our Lady and swear

to me you study civics.

No, I will not.

Because you don't study

no civics tonight.

"Don't study no civics. "

Why do you talk like you just

came over in steerage?

This isn't Sicily, Mother,

and you are not a baroness.

You do sewing. Daddy...

Daddy hauled bananas.

He hauled bananas and something

under the banan...

You don't study no civics no more.

- Hey, where you going?

- I'm going to Serafina house.

Yesterday she don't

give me the dress.

She don't even open the door.

We break in and get them.

And to me, she said all week,

"Domani, domani. "

But yesterday I told her, you know.

I says:

"Wait, Serafina, domani is

the high-school graduation,

"and I gotta have the dress,

because I gotta try it on my daughter. "

Because my daughter got fat,

and she's gotta give it to me today.

Come on, let's go for the dresses.

- Giuseppina, go open the door.

- In just a minute.

Serafina!

Serafina Delle Rose!

Serafina, we want the dresses!

Rosa, take it off,

or I tear it to ribbons.

Mama, please.

I've got to go to school.

- It's the last day.

- Take it off.

- Let me at least go out for graduation.

- Take it off.

Now I'm mad! And she's gotta give me

the dress whether she wants to or not.

I'm going to give them their dresses.

You ain't running out!

OK?

Rosa! Rosa!

You know I don't understand Italian,

so please.

- Now, what's happening here?

- Shut up.

You know, we came here

for the dresses...

- She cut her wrist, my daughter!

- Good heavens!

Call the doctor, please, someone.

Call the doctor.

Come in!

Mrs. Delle Rose, your daughter

has not cut her wrist.

- No? What?

- Your daughter's all right.

And you ladies, please, go away.

We don't go without our dresses.

The graduation begins,

and the girls ain't dressed.

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