The Secret Laughter of Women Page #3

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Very kind of you, Mr Field,

but you have nothing we need.

Let's go.

This time I really will beat you.

"Bonking Saracen survives

steaming night with MP's wife. "

We asked you over

for spiritual guidance.

After he swore on the Bible,

no more lies.

"John Stein, Matthew Field's lawyer,

issued the following report:"

"He and Mrs Betridge are friends

of many years standing,"

"and there has never been

any inappropriate familiarity. "

Satan, get behind me.

The man is a degenerate!

He's not a degenerate! He's my friend,

and he catches recombinants!

What is a recombinant?

Do you know the difference

between a lie and the truth?

- Reverend, it's just a game he plays.

- Leave this to me.

God sees how unhappy you have made

your Mamma and your honoured Nanna.

Beg their forgiveness and His.

It's alright.

I absolutely forbid you...

I don't think you should forbid

anyone in my house.

Sammy's right. He looked

quite decent for a white man.

You must agree, that he should

not see this man again.

Of course.

So, you do not have a husband.

You're not divorced?

No, my husband is dead.

I see why your baby's name is

Big Beautiful Eyes.

He has eyes like yours.

Like an Angel's... of God.

Rosa, God has

put up my bridge!

Hello, Sam!

- Are you angry at me too?

- No. Why, should I be?

For goodness sake,

stop looking like an Oxfam poster,

come and have

some ice cream.

You get it?

Bad sign, clog sandals.

Always followed by a father

with a shotgun.

You see?

Why did you tell me

your mother wasn't pretty?

She's not. Nanna says

she's too thin, like dried fish.

How'd you like it if I arrange

to get her round?

She won't come.

Well, might put temptation in her way.

What does she like?

You have to keep

your room tidy.

Oh, as bad as that?

- Wear your uniform!

- All in good time.

She likes gardens,

and she likes me!

- Rosa!

- Ah-a-a! Mamma Sammy!

First church, now my salon,

next it'll be our Dance Committee?

Come in, sit down.

For you Madame Rosa's Special.

Let me see... Hot press,

or sexy bouncing Coco Curls?

Ah, yes, your nails!

Latest colour, Sunrise above Detroit.

Rosa! For God's sake,

the man is a priest!

Man? Did I men... Who ment...

Did you hear me mention any man?

I want you to tie me a head tie

that suits me.

Ah, sh-he whore!

- Experts!

- Francophones.

Is there anything

they cannot do?

Come, I hear white

men when they...

Sugar, my dear, go and buy me

some Coca-Cola!

I hear they chase you

up and down the bed,

turn you over and over

like grilling meat.

And they still conceive?

- Miracle!

- Sure.

It's called foreplay, mamma.

- I've read it in a magazine.

- They can write what they like.

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