Truly Madly Deeply Page #3

or the telephone.

And I'm crying. I can be on the tube

and somebody says "What's the matter?"

And there are tears. It's ridiculous.

I miss him. I just miss him. I miss him.

I miss him. I miss him.

I know I shouldn't do this!

I'm in the sitting room, but I think there's

no point going to bed, as he's not there.

Or I'm in bed, and I think

there's no point getting up.

It's anger, isn't it? It's rage.

I get so angry with other people. People

in love, or out of love, or wasted love!

And women with children,

growing children, fertile!

But most of all, I'm so angry with him.

I'm so angry with him!

I can't forgive him for

not being here. I can't!

Oh, God.

God, I've run over, haven't I? I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm fine, actually.

I am fine.

Oh, God, I'm late. Er, listen.

I'll see you next Tuesday.

Thanks. Can I?

Bye.

We... walk.

We do walk.

- We... looking at things.

- Are looking.

- Say it.

- Are looking at things.

- So, what things can we see?

- Oh, we can see... trees?

Good, we can see trees, yeah.

Er... people.

- Good. We can see some people.

- We can see some people.

We can see cielo... Er, cielo?

- S...

- No me digas.

- Sky!

- Sky. Very good.

We can see sky, and the... nubes.

- Nubes?

- Clouds.

- Clode...

- Clouds.

- Clouds!

- Yeah, yeah. That's right, Maura.

We can see the clouds in the sky.

- What are you doing?

- It's no problem.

- We can gossip while we're cleaning.

- Claire!

I've had plumbers, who are coming back,

carpenters, rat-catchers...

...and apparently now there's subsidence

in one of the supporting walls.

- Being house-proud gets a touch difficult.

- Vacuuming won't hurt. Leave me alone.

I like cleaning!

- Just like Ma.

- I am not. Shut up!

You've always liked messing,

I've always liked cleaning.

I wish you'd let me help you more.

- I could always pop round and...

- No, thanks.

Harry, what are you doing?

That's rat poison. Harry, that's poison!

God!

Did you eat any of this stuff?

What's in your mouth? Spit it out!

No, it's chocolate.

It's OK. The poison's purple.

- Oh, God. It's my fault.

- God, just sit down.

Just sit down, for God's sake,

and try not to...

Impossible!

But you love him.

I love him, but he's impossible!

I don't always love him.

Just try not to poison yourself

for five minutes.

Nina...

How can you have rats?

- It's a personality defect.

- I'm serious.

I haven't spoken to them, Claire.

I've tried, but they won't answer.

"What are you doing here, hm?"

- Nothing.

- There is an odour, I have to say.

There is a strange odour.

Even Harry noticed.

Yeah, well, the rats are dying, Claire.

That's the problem on the smell front.

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