The Solitude of Prime Numbers Page #4

Hi, I'm Viola, she's Alice.

We're sophomores.

Introduce yourselves!

- I'm Mattia.

- Dennis.

We wanted to invite you to a party

on Saturday. Want to come?

What's wrong with your leg?

Coming or not?

- I can't.

- Me neither.

- No?

- Never mind. - Wait.

Why not?

You have to play videogames

with your pal?

Or are you planning

on slitting your veins again?

I don't like parties.

- Everyone likes parties.

- Yes, but I don't.

Bye.

Forget him,

we'll find you another guy.

If you'd known our kids

would turn out like they did,

would you have wanted them?

Sorry, but that's pure bullshit.

You can't pick your kids

from a catalogue. Please!

I know...

But...

The greatest sorrows in my life

were caused by my kids.

What?

They've ruined my life.

I'm exhausted!

You pretend it's all okay,

right Pietro?

I'm not pretending anything.

I pretend to pretend it's all okay.

It was just an accident.

An accident?

You think your lies will help him?

He hadn't done that in a while.

- He hadn't done that in a while?

- Yes.

So are you saying

he's getting better?

Stop it!

Stop pretending he's normal.

Normal?

What does "normal" mean?

Mattia's a good kid,

he gets great grades in school.

I know.

He gets straight A's, but there's

something frightful beneath.

He has no friends.

He never talks.

He's locked in his room all day.

He cuts himself.

At least we knew

Michela wasn't well, it was clear.

We promised not to talk about that.

How can I not talk

about my daughter?

I think about her every single day.

And I don't?

Pietro, Mattia scares me.

Don't be scared, I'm sure

as he grows up he'll change.

I do have friends.

Mattia!

I'm going to a party Saturday.

Good!

A party?

Sh*t!

Don't worry, I'll go talk to him.

Open up, open up.

Will someone get the door?

You're early.

I know.

- An hour early.

- Yes, I know.

- Can I come in?

- No.

I need to pee.

- You said you'd buzz from downstairs.

- Yes, I know.

- At 5:
00.

- Yes, but I have to pee.

It'll be a long ride.

We have no bathroom.

No bathroom?

Let me in.

Move!

Why are we whispering?

I've never been here.

No.

Why?

Bathroom's at the end of the hall.

No, no.

Sorry.

Alice, how are you?

- How nice to see you, it's been ages!

- Yes.

- How are you?

- Fine, and you?

Very well.

- You've never been here?

- No.

In all these years,

you've never come into our house!

Your grumpy friend

never invited you!

How rude!

- You're so pretty there.

- I was pretty when I was young.

How's your mom?

So-so.

Be strong.

You need to be strong

for your dad too.

- Who's the girl?

- Michela.

Mattia's sister.

Mattia has never mentioned Michela?

- Never?

- No.

Mattia's going to Germany.

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