A Voyage Round My Father Page #8

and ill.

ELIZABETH:
What are you

going to take for breakfast,

Mr. Phelps?' said Holmes.

'Curried fowl, eggs,

or will you help yourself?

Try the dish before you.'

Phelps raised the cover, and

as he did so, uttered a scream

and sat there staring

with his face as white

as the plate

upon which he looked.

Across the center of it

"was lying a little cylinder

of blue-gray paper."

- The naval treaty?

- [ Chuckles ] Yes.

FATHER:

[ Exhales deeply]

I'm afraid you find that story

a great bore.

Of course not.

Very exciting.

Dear Elizabeth.

I'm so relieved to find you can

lie as mercifully as anyone.

It was a hot, endless night

in a small house

surrounded by a great garden

in which all the plants

were on the point of mutiny.

Darling?

Do you want to come

and say good night to them?

[ D09 barks ]

I want a bath!

Take me to the bathroom!

Cretins!

SON:

Don't be angry.

I'm always angry...

when I'm dying.

Look, Doctor...

We've got a territorial dinner

in High Wycombe.

Don't let him sleep.

That's the main thing.

Come on.

Wakey, wakey!

That's better.

Look, look...

The only thing is to keep

his eyes open.

There's really nothing else.

I've spoken to your mother.

I'll come back in the morning.

[ Breathing heavily]

[ Breathing stops]

Wake up.

Wake up.

Please.

Please.

Wake up.

I'd been told of all the things

you're meant to feel.

Sudden freedom.

Growing up.

The end of dependence.

You step into the sunlight

where no one is taller than you,

and you're in no one else's

shadow.

And I know what I felt.

Lonely.

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ELIZABETH:

Danny, come and have some tea.

Jenny.

Jenny, go and have a drink.

SON:

Wheel [Laughs]

[ Laughs ] Whoa!

Ooh!

[ Indistinct talking, laughter]

Oh.

- [ Crying ]

- There you are.

Come on, darling.

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