What If... Page #4

and I am driving it illegally...

Nothing seems to be going well today.

I may have liked it, maybe.

Good, tell me what can I do to convince

you to go for a drink sometime,

somewhere nice and with the promise

that I won't piss you off.

To push!

The clutch. Let go of the clutch!

Gas, step on the gas!

More gas!

More gas, step on it girl!

-What, you're leaving again?

-Shouldn't I?

Why should you?

Aren't you the one who wants to sleep

alone so you don't feel oppressed?

Yes, but its daytime.

So it's not an actual sleep-over.

-Besides, we can make an exception.

-For me?

Yeah. Is it wrong?

I just needed to stretch,

but I liked the sound of that...

-Really?

-Really.

So you tricked me.

-Is that a barrel organ?

-Yes, he passes by every morning.

Love doesn't need time,, it needs speed.

It's like running.

Reality is love's enemy.

You are trying to escape reality.

Truth is hunting you down and you run.

Running to stay ahead.

Oh, my favorites...

Thank you so much.

-Pralines...

-Pralines!

I could eat all of them now,

but I shouldn't.

I will save them for tonight,

after my boy goes to sleep.

-I brought a movie to watch if you like.

-I can't. I have to make dinner.

-What day is it?

-Wednesday.

Wednesday...

Iron, lentils. What time is it?

I have a little time before the

school bus brings him over. Some tea?

Yes.

You can't imagine how bored I am to make

dinner, then help him do his homework,

and then play with him,

by the evening he has me exhausted...

He's an awesome kid!

The other day he asked whether

his dad is coming back.

He was going to ask me sooner or later.

What was I to answer?

I am sure he understands.

He's such a bright kid.

It needs to be handled delicately.

I need to handle it smartly,

calmly and properly.

Mom?

It's me, Demetris.

He'll come back. I am sure.

Demetris is the only thing worrying me.

This boy is taking a toll on me.

He's very wild and feisty.

His teachers call every day to tell me

about the problems he causes.

I had a talk with him the other day.

He knows his father left us.

I told him again that he will come back,

but he's not stupid.

He's five years old. He understands.

I don't care though. I can handle it.

I raise him by myself anyway.

I'd really like to know

where the bastard has gone.

What kind of man abandons

his wife and child?

Maybe he's even dead... who knows?

Even if he's dead, I can't forgive him.

I had a life too, my career, and now I have

to do a hundred jobs to raise this brat.

Mom?

The only thing I want for him is not

to make my mistakes when he grows up.

Not to put his trust in any relationship

that could hurt him.

To be able to stand on his own

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