Ana, My Love Page #2

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I don't know

why you dragged me here.

You can manage on your own.

You talk, then.

Any suicidal thoughts?

Your grandfather did!

I'll give you 37mg Trevilor-Retard.

Next generation. Not addictive.

And a blind.

A placebo?

Something to rid you of your addiction.

You still have

your Tavor and Lexotanil?

Yes.

- OK, I won't write them down.

- She'll still take them?

For 4 or 5 days, until the pharmacy

prepares her blind.

Then take the blind

for a hundred days.

Trevilor. Daily after breakfast

for the first week,

Double the dose

in the second week.

Just stick to it.

No messing around.

See you in the summer

when you finish the blind.

Good-bye, Ana.

- If anything comes up, call.

- OK.

But...

...what's wrong with her?

It's hard to tell at her age.

We'll see how it goes.

Still. As the Italians say...

OK, doctor. Thank you.

Good health.

Good health.

I finally get to meet you.

I've been begging Toma for three months.

- I've only known her for three months.

- Exactly.

Enjoy your meal.

Go ahead, there's plenty.

Use your hands.

Maybe you should see

a good neurologist.

- Why don't you talk to Dobritoiu?

- Enough already!

She told you

it's not a neurological thing.

Thanks for dinner.

It was great.

Don't get worked up.

Do what you want.

No one's forcing you.

See what they're like?

Seriously.

If I call him

and you don't go,

you'll really embarrass us!

Did I ask you to call him?

- Are you nuts?

- Toma!

Me, nuts?

Ok!

- The bathroom?

- To the left. I'll show you.

You know what happened to the guy

who tried to fart louder than his dad?

He shat his pants.

Since you met her,

you've lost your senses.

You're putty in her hands.

- How do you know?

- I know everything.

Everything! What the f***?

- Enough already!

- What do you know?

- I know she's a bastard!

- Who told you?

And she's not right in the head!

Who told you?

Hang around pigs and

you'll smell of sh*t!

- Who told you?

- Razvan.

And you listen to that f***ing retard?

Motherf***er!

He didn't mean it like that.

He saw her

at university, shaking.

I thought it might be MS.

Want your kids to be retards?

Why nail yourself to the cross,

like Jesus?

If she pops out a baby,

you're finished.

F*** you, you commie informer.

I ruined my life

for you and this whore here!

I pity you, idiot.

- You dickspit!

- Enough!

You won't get

another penny out of me.

You're dead to me.

And if you keep giving him money,

you're in trouble.

I'm not going to pay

for his Moldovan b*tch!

You kick that slag

out of my house now!

That f***ing b*tch!

Enough!

Enough already!

God will punish you!

Better?

My love.

I have to go.

I'll sort things out.

Don't forget to light a candle, please.

- I love you lots.

- Me too.

You don't have to take

her problems to heart.

She'll get over it.

She's got her mother.

She's not all alone.

You're not making

anything better with this sh*t.

I know you care about her.

You always had a big heart.

You've not known her long,

and look what it's come to.

Listen to me, sweetie.

So it's OK for him to

make a scene when she visits?

And you called him stupid.

We're your parents,

whatever happens.

We want what's best for you.

You're not blameless.

You get fixated on a girl

and see nothing else.

Like with Diana.

You financed her, too.

I was right in the end.

How would you know about Diana?

Just drop it.

Do whatever you please.

You know I'm behind you.

Just don't isolate yourself like that.

Look around, talk to people.

Don't tie yourself up in a knot.

Like you did with Hans?

- There you go again.

- It's true, though.

Give me a break.

You're just like your father.

So at least

we know he's my father.

Very clever.

After you left,

he locked himself up in your room.

He wouldn't let me in.

But you know me.

I got in eventually.

He put cardboard crosses

on the walls:
my son is dead.

Dear God!

He prays for you at night.

Don't tell him you know.

You and your idiot husband.

Shut up, child.

Dealing with him isn't easy,

you know.

But he's family,

for better or worse.

You're the only one

he cares about.

I told you ages ago:

get a divorce.

Call him. Do it for me.

Later.

- Please call him, poor guy.

- Yeah, yeah.

He doesn't know I'm here.

I have to go to uni.

So, can you help me out?

You might want to go to a psychiatrist,

psychologist, whatever.

Or a priest,

since you don't talk to me.

Your mother loves you.

And lay off the cigarettes.

Smoking like a turk.

I smoke on occasion, but you...

OK.

Bye!

- When will you be home again?

- I'll be in touch.

I kept trying dad,

but his phone's off.

OK, speak later.

Yeah, I'll try again.

Give me a break, mum.

I got it. Bye.

Excuse me. Candles?

Follow me.

- For 1 leu?

- Yes.

- How many?

- One.

How do you go about confessing?

Talk to father Adrian

when he's done.

I see. Thanks.

God bless.

God bless.

FOR THE DEAD:

And rid us of all uncleanliness

and deliver us from evil.

In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Let's see.

Now for the hard part.

How long since your last confession?

Since I was little.

- Is your family religious?

- Yes.

My grandfather took me to church.

But he committed suicide and...

- You were little.

- Yes.

He hanged himself.

They only told me a year later.

God does not abandon us.

He patiently awaits our return.

He sends us trials.

You came like Doubting Thomas.

He was not an unbeliever, just doubtful.

So you came to see

our Saviour's wounds for yourself.

- I'm glad you're taking this step.

- Yes.

Let's start with the worst sins.

But first, what cigarettes

do you smoke?

- Parliament.

- Parlament.

How many a day?

Almost a pack.

I've been stressed lately.

- How much is a pack of Parlament?

- 5.50.

Let's round it up to 6.

180, let's say 200 per month.

2400 per year,

about 800 Euros.

How long have you been smoking?

- 10 years?

- Just about.

Do the math.

You've cost yourself a new car.

Not to mention your lungs,

your health.

But let's talk about the big bad wolf.

Since I started

at the literature faculty...

a year ago, I met a girl.

So what's the trouble?

It came to this...

My parents don't accept her.

My dad, really.

He's got his issues.

We fought. Physically.

- Are you from Bucharest?

- Pitesti.

- And the girl?

- Botosani.

- She's...

- Jealous?

- Depressive. Unstable.

- Caused by what?

She doesn't talk about it.

- Her step-father died.

- God rest his soul.

- She's taking meds.

- That's not good at all.

She needs to expunge

the bad stuff. To talk.

- Has she ever been to confession?

- I don't know.

See?

What did you think of her family?

No siblings.

She had that step-father.

Her mother married him at 17,

pregnant by someone else.

See?

- Her father was...

- aggressive.

Yeah.

Until 14 she shared a bed with him.

You see, sometimes girls

have parents

who are dominant or possessive,

because they in tum

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