Abel Page #4

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I can't see from here.

But you could walk over to that girl?

- I can't.

Why not?

- I've only got very tiny legs.

It would take me a whole year

to reach that girl.

What now?

- Yes, what now...

Let's just think.

Well, I know.

I need some binoculars.

Are you going to spy on that girl?

Abel?

Girls like to be spied on.

I know where Abel is.

With a woman.

I said so, didn't I?

Why don't you ask me anything?

What I do for a living,

for instance.

What do you do for a living?

I'm a teacher. I'm a model.

I work at Naked Girls.

Teacher?

- No.

Model?

- No.

Naked Girls.

- Yes.

Naked Girls.

Is that a home?

A home? For what?

A home for naked girls.

At Naked Girls men look

at naked girls.

Really? Only men?

- Yes, and boys.

Aren't you going to ask:

"How did you find him?"

How did you find him?

I saw a woman in the fishmongers

wearing Abel's pullover.

The one with the fish, you know.

I followed her.

There's more than one fish-pullover

in the world.

I sniffed it. The pullover.

And what did you smell?

- Abel.

Is he living with this woman?

I think so.

There was a postman at the door

this afternoon.

I had something with him.

Was that nice?

Sometimes.

Was he a married man?

- Yes.

Did he have any children?

Yes, a son I think. But he never

wanted to talk about him.

I know that son. That son is me.

Well, I can tell you a few nice

things about your father.

I don't want to hear about my father!

From now on, my father

doesn't exist any more!

And your mother?

Tomorrow I'm going to go

and fetch Abel.

You leave him alone.

That wretched boy!

I'm not going to take

any more notice of you.

Abel's coming back home.

Over my dead body!

- Over your dead body then.

It's him, or me!

What cold hands.

And so dry.

You are alright, aren't you?

Why shouldn't I be alright?

- I don't know. I'm worried about you.

You always used to have

such damp, warm hands.

And now they're suddenly

cold and dry.

I don't think you're looking well.

But Sis says I'm looking fine.

You look unhealthy. And you're

wearing an atrocious shirt.

Abel, shall we make it

a bit cosier here?

Sis, come on! Let's go

and have a drink somewhere.

Sis, please.

Get in, Sis.

Just a moment.

What d'you think you're doing,

rearranging my furniture?

It was her idea.

This is my mother.

- We've already met.

And you just let it happen?

You just kept your mouth shut!?

Where are the flowers?

She threw them away.

- They were dried out.

That's because

they're dried flowers.

"Two housing complexes

in eight years."

Is that what you mean, de Beer?

- That's what I mean, yes.

Is that just a statement

or are you sliding mud?

I rather think I'm sliding mud.

And it all went too slowly for you, eh?

Haste! You'll be catching up

with your own backside!

Now get lost! Clear off!

Mind how you speak

to my wife, girlie.

I'm used to talking

these things through.

Yes, that's true. We always talk

everything through.

Victor's been having an affair

with Sis.

With a beautiful, young,

fertile woman.

Is that true?

- Yes, it's true.

Is that true?

- Yes, ask Sis.

I hate you!

I don't hate you, you know.

You're a good woman.

But you've got to keep

your mitts off Abel.

I'm warning you.

But Dove, you're getting wrinkles,

you're not fertile anymore...

You can talk! Disgusting,

disgusting old man!

No, that's not true. Women

grow ugly as they get older...

...but men... they get more interesting.

Anything to drink, Sisie?

A good glass of wine?

Shut up!

Haven't you got a bottle somewhere?

Out! Both of you!

Right, I'm going.

I'm going. I'm going!

Don't do it, Dove.

Come on, Dove.

- Don't come any closer!

I'll jump.

Where's Dove?

Dovie? Where are you?

Oh, Dove. Do you want

a drink as well?

Not one step closer.

Don't come one step closer,

d'you hear?

Oh my God!

Victor, please, let's go.

Victor, come on.

Just one more little drinkie.

- Shut up!

I thought it was a very pleasant

evening. Next time, our place?

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