The Secret Life of Words Page #3

l'll get the bedpan.

Your name wouldn't be Cora,

by any chance, would it?

No.

What's your name?

Now you,re holding my dick

and l,m pissing in front of you.

We could call each other by our first names.

Maybe even ...

Start a new life together.

Get married, have kids.

Where are you from?

Are you married?

Got a boyfriend?

Girlfriend?

Are you a day person

or a night person?

Do you prefer circumcised men, or do you

think it really doesn't matter anyway?

The last drop, as my mother used to say.

You don't have to answer

about being married, that was rude.

But the one about circumcised men?

l'm not leaving here

until you give me an answer.

Lift up your arm.

l like your accent.

ls it Swedish, or Russian?

That hurt. Oh, f***.

- l'll get you a painkiller in a few hours.

Are you hungry?

Are you blond?

l bet you're a blond.

You got a blonde's voice.

Like butter, and cinnamon.

Like those Danish cookies

they sell in the round, blue, metal tins.

Here's some water.

lt's enough?

Are you sure your name's not Cora?

- l'll change your bandages tomorrow.

My body is itchy all over.

Guess that means l'm still alive.

Yippee.

Lift up your arm, again.

l'll go and fetch your supper,

and later l'll give you another painkiller.

Aren't you even gonna tell me your name?

Cora.

You can call me Cora.

And l'm a redhead.

Hi.

l've come to ...

- You like ltalian food?

l hope so, because that's what's on tonight.

Sorry, l'm Simon, the cook,

you must be Hanna,

Victor told me, how's Josef?

- He's...

Okay, Simon, Hanna, Victor, Josef.

l said four names in one sentence.

Considering his condition, he's alright.

l've come for his supper.

Yeah, gnocchi ''diavola,, and beef.

With basil leaves and pink pepper.

Where you from?

l could cook you something from your country.

lf you want.

Don't bother yourself.

- lt's no bother.

lt's what l do to stop going up the wall.

You know,

l cook something different, everyday.

l put on music

from the same place the recipe's from.

l've got to do something.

This place is a completely ...

How could l explain?

A real bore. Let's see ...

Shall l put the ice cream

on the tray, as well?

lt,s not real mascarpone, it,s Philly spread

with a dollop of fresh cream.

l think it'll be just right.

Will you come back after supper?

There's plenty of food.

lf you want l can fix up the gnocchi ...

- lt depends on how Josef feels.

Yeah, of course, of course.

Or l could bring your tray to your room.

Open.

lt's good.

What kind of pasta is it?

- l don't know. Open.

He said it was something like nokkies.

Simon's a good cook. l don't know why

he's wasting his time here for.

What's for dessert?

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