Elvis! Elvis! Page #2

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I'll just have a few words

I'm making a phone call

I have to say the lad's here

It's Grandpa

Just to let you know Elvis is here

Yes, he's been here all day

Surely that's not necessary

Come home? At once?

No, I can't see him just now

Elvis is to come home

And who decides that?

He's to come home, I said

- Who's that?

- Grandpa

Elvis played truant today

Well, he is my kid

Hang on, that's no way to talk

Let me talk to Dad

Elvis must come home

Hello... hi, Dad

How are things?

You don't say!

No, of course he can stay

Elvis must come home, he

can't behave like that

Stop that now

Tomorrow's Saturday anyway

It doesn't matter. That's fine

Yes, might as well

Enjoy yourselves. 'Bye!

So I've no say any more?

Don't get so het up, he

can stay the weekend

Giving in to your father again

We're talking about Elvis

Having fun after playing truant

What'll his teacher think of me?

A brat who wets himself,

and plays truant

It'll be nice to be on our own

We can have a party and...

Don't touch me!

Johan, Aged 6

Johan's shadow

Was Johan Daddy's brother?

Yes, he was

Johan's dead

Yes, Elvis. Johan's dead

I knew he was

Which one do you want?

'Gentle Jesus, meek and mild'

Grandma, did Johan say his prayers?

Yes, yes, he did

Every night

Or 'Little lamb, who made thee?'

No, I'm not a little lamb

Then let's have 'Our Father'

'The Lord's Prayer'

"Our Father which art in heaven

"Hallowed be Thy name

"Thy kingdom come

"Thy will be done

"On earth as it is in heaven"

"Thy will be done."

What's that?

It means we want God to decide

Does He tell us what to do?

Yes, Elvis, He does

Does He tell everyone?

Yes, everyone

Mummy too?

Yes, Mummy too

Grandpa... does God tell you

what to do?

Oh no, I tell myself

I think it's important

Good luck!

No!

Your hair's a brush

I want it to be a brush

How should it be?

Yes, it is

- That's not for you to say

- It is

You talk just like Grandpa

- I'm cutting it

- I don't want it cut

I don't want it cut

I'm taking you to a psychologist...

...since you won't go to school

You look a sight, I'm ashamed of you

It still looks awful

Let's try this way

The fringe is all wrong

I want it my way

It's much better like this

Oh dear, what will the

psychologist say?

Why am I always ashamed of you?

I'm not going

- Afraid of the psychologist?

- Go yourself

Well, it's your loss

Soon it'll be summer and we can

spend the weekends in the country

I'll be dead by then

Will she die soon, Mama?

No... Great-granny will

live to be a hundred

I'll soon be dead

Shut the window, Anna-Rosa

Or Great-granny will say

she's in a draught

Hey, what are you doing here?

That's the bathroom

That's Mummy's room, she's asleep

What's that noise?

That's just Great-granny,

she'll soon be dead

And out here past the kitchen

lives Grandma

Take as many as you want

What if your Mum wants some?

It's OK, she can get more from

the restaurant where she works

We know the owner

He may be my father

But it's not certain

It may be someone else

You get tired of them after a while.

More lemonade?

Someone's there

Who?

I think it's my Dad

- The one with the prawns?

- No, another one

He can't come in

- Mummy says no

- Why?

He might be drunk, I don't know

Why weren't you at school today?

Did you hear? Why weren't

you at school today?

I've left

You can't leave, everyone

has to go to school

Not me, I'm not going

I cut my hair

I look a sight

You shouldn't have cut your hair

Think I wanted it cut?

The psychologist said not to go

to school like this, Mum said

Will it be all right now?

Come to school tomorrow

Hello, Elvis, is it you?

Are you here?

Weren't you going to leave?

How long will you stay?

I don't know

Good idea to give it another try.

Let's go in

What's wrong with your hair?

I cut it

That's why I look so silly

You don't look silly at all

Let's put this here and go in

Just think, the peacock's tail

is full of eyes

Where have you been?

And you can't have that

Give me my bag

It's not your bag

You can't have it till you start school

I started school today

What? You're making it up

Ask the teacher

Been troubling the teacher?

I decided to wait a year

I didn't trouble her

Were you or weren't you

at school today?

Yes, I was

I must call the school and apologise

You needn't

The teacher said she'd ring you,

she promised

Don't be cheeky

- The teacher's going to call me?

- Yes

What has the brat been

telling the teacher?

He's crazy

Tell us another story

One for Elvis

Tell that one about laughing

- No, better not

- Why not?

We have posh company

- Who, him?

- Of course

- I'm not posh

- Yes, you are, Elvis

Now I've spilt it again

You aren't half drinking, Mum

Your great feet are in the way

I can't take my feet off

Careful, Elvis may tell his Mum

D'you think I will?

- Won't you?

- No

Tell us. Elvis hasn't heard it

The one about Oscar

No, not that one

I'll tell you another story

When I was a little girl...

...a man used to teach us

to swim in the winter...

...so we knew how in the summer

D'you know what we did?

We'd lie on our stomachs

on a stool, and swim

You're hopeless, watch me!

Look, Dad!

That's one way of cracking eggs

- I'll crack yours

- No, let me try it

Hope it's hard-boiled

- Who taught you that?

- Anna-Rosa's Mum

- Does she do that?

- Yes, she's fun

She must be a real comic

Where's Anna-Rosa?

I don't know

That young girl doesn't

exist any more

Where is she? It's Anna-Rosa

No, it's not Anna-Rosa

It's me

We mustn't open the door

Sit here and take your jacket off

Do you know old I am?

- Stop making trouble

- I'm not

- Go away

- Let me in

- You've done enough harm

- I'm not a bad man

Get out, d'you hear?

Don't worry, Anna-Rosa,

it'll be all right

Tell him...

I'm so tired

I'm just as tired as you are

I don't want to have to come home...

...and find that bastard hanging around

I've told him...

Tell it to him straight

Look, I'm telling you...

Ma, stop it, please!

I just won't have him

ruining everything

I'll keep nagging till you do as I say

Ma, I'm so tired

Let's go outside, shall we?

Are you sad?

We're going home, come on

Sitting there... as if butter

wouldn't melt in your mouth

Now I know why you don't

come home from school

Don't try to wriggle out of it.

Mummy understands it all now

You go home with Anna-Rosa

Do you know what sort

of people they are?

Yes... they're kind

Kind? You don't know them

It's fun there

They're a bad lot

I know what I'm talking about

No, you don't

Oh, don't I?

That mother of hers!

She's kind

Yes, I bet she is

So you prefer it there? I see

All the stories I've heard

about that woman

Tittle-tattle!

Out you go!

I hate you

I'll kill you!

You're going to die

Now I know, you want Mummy dead

D'you realise what you said?

Do you know what you've

just said to Mummy?

I can never forget it, never

No... no

I didn't mean it

I don't want you do die, Mummy

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