17 filles Page #4

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No.

You never come

to the childbirth classes,

you never say anything.

Show us your belly.

- No!

- Go on... show us!

- No, I don't want to!

- Just show it!

Stop it!

Damn!

Goddam liar!

- You been lying all along'?

- Get out a here!

It's rotten!

Mathilde isn't pregnant either!

But she never lied.

Come on, calm down.

- We'll go and find Clem.

- On foot'?

I'll drive you.

Terrific!

I feel I'm coming apart.

We'll try and get Clem

out a there.

You got permission

for the car'?

If I waited for permission

I wouldn't do anything.

- We're going in the car!

- Wait for me.

Your father's behind us.

Stopping... that was close.

- I'll check.

- Feeling free'?

Yes

A little song for Florence.

When you're rotten through and through

and when nobody talks to you

when you're alone, or a dried-up two,

your days are all spent on the loo.

All the hours in the day that pass

leave a taste in your mouth of ass.

But when you know all hope has flown,

look in the mirror and stifle a groan.

Viva chocolate, heroin and vodka!

Viva chocolate, heroin and vodka!

Vodka.

They're here, they're here!

Turn off the lights.

Watch it, Clem.

Watch out, it's really hot!

Damn... it burnt!

- I'm puffed out.

- Careful not to overdo it.

Hold on.

You OK, Clem'?

I'm dead beat.

Are we going there'?

You can come to my place

and take my brother's room.

No, it's better I stay out of sight.

Sure that's OK'?

Yes.

URGENT my parents aren't there.

I'm losing blood.

It's me. I'm busy.

Leave a message.

Clem, I've got a problem now.

I'm in a bad way... call me.

This is Mathilda's answering service.

Leave a message.

My mother's back.

We'll see the doctor in the morning.

What's happened'?

Whereabouts are you'?

- I've been hurt.

- Where are you exactly'?

Dont know.

It's nothing here.

I crashed somewhere near

the Atlantic Wall.

Don't worry.

I'll call the emergency service

and I'll ring you back.

I'm frightened they won't find me.

I need to go to hospital

- What happened'?

- The placenta was detached.

It's awful.

He wants to be alone with her.

She's sleeping.

Best we leave.

With hospitals...

the less you see of them,

the better you feel.

We don't know what became of her

after she lost her baby.

She left town after the accident.

Her mother too.

The craziest rumors

went around:

She was boarding somewhere,

she was working as an au pair,

she'd moved

to the south of France,

or even to Mexico.

She stayed in our dreams,

but she never

came back to school.

There was no news,

until my daughter, Julia's,

and Clementine's little boy

were born.

We received messages,

but she didn't say

where she was.

We stayed on at school,

but we never raised

our children together.

We don't even talk about it.

Like the ladybirds:

They haven't been seen again.

At 17, things aren't too serious.

We dream and

we're full of energy.

And no one can stop that.

No one can do anything

about a girl who dreams.

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