Gone with the Woman Page #3

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and how difficult it is to be adult.

- I understand. Let me comfort you.

- No.

Too late.

I needed it last night. Not now.

I should have

understood her last night.

- Yes?

- Would you like to go for a walk?

- No, we...

- I'd love to!

After a swim, nothing is better

than a strong drink.

We talk about Norway and Sweden.

Common topics.

Sweden sucks. I'm never going back.

I simply cannot call him Kalle.

- A game of chess?

- No.

Good.

Maybe I didn't say it loud enough.

I don't mind if you take your time.

But the opening move

shouldn't be that difficult?

Do I start?

I move the pieces aimlessly.

Without any strategy.

Without considering

the colonel's moves.

Check.

- Oops.

- Checkmate.

Oh well, I guess that

means good night.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Nitey-nite.

- Some wine, ladies?

- Thank you.

- I'm going to bed, Marianne.

- I'll be up soon.

- It's good.

- Has a certain cheekiness.

They were drinking a cheeky wine.

She didn't come soon.

I decided to get up early

the day after.

Not be there when she woke up.

I was going to make her wonder.

You're a lucky man. You have

your whole life ahead of you.

So did you, once.

Yes, I did.

Once you start to understand life,

you can't use it anymore.

- No?

- It wasn't until recently

that I began to understand

something about love.

Like what?

It makes me so damn angry.

Anyway...

Keep swimming, son.

Keep swimming.

- We must...

- I've decided

that I want to stay here

for few more days.

Okay...

Should I stay too then, or...?

That's up to you.

How generous of you.

Are you hurt because I don't

appreciate your intuition?

We have different ideas

of our destination.

Would you rather

we agreed on everything?

Oh dear...

- How long do you intend to stay?

- Hard to say.

Mariann and I have

become such good friends.

You don't exactly make me feel wanted.

You should be careful.

New friends often make

you reject old ones.

You are blowing this

out of proportion.

I know best what I mean.

Nobody knows that better than you.

Perhaps it's better if I just go.

Then she will miss me.

Okay, then. I'm off.

I left her.

In order to win her back.

I'm surprised that I have left her.

I'm not sure whether it is brave

or just plain stupid.

Life just seems so difficult.

And much too long.

Your coffee, sir.

Excuse me! Hello!

Could you help me, please?

Her name was Mirlinda.

Vous pouvez m'aider, s'il vous plat?

We nod, agreeing.

We have a common enemy,

and have bonded in just seconds.

Thank you.

She might get disappointed

if I say yes.

Is she saying me this to

stop me from making a move?

Then it doesn't matter,

so I tell her about Marianne.

- Is that it?

- No, no...

- Morue.

- Morue?

- Now you:
Torsk.

- Tosk? (stupid)

- No, no... Torsk.

- Torsk.

Torsk.

- Morue!

- Tosk!

- What would you like?

- A torsk, please.

Thank you. Bye-bye.

- Eat?

- Let's go.

But you prepare it, ok?

That's me, in a nutshell.

Hello?

Oh, it's you!

- How are you?

- Good... And yourself?

Good.

- We'll see each other at home?

- Yes, we will.

- When?

- I'm not sure yet.

- Bye!

- Bye.

I understand.

I understand.

Now I had only one objective:

Not being the first to arrive home.

"Hi, Marianne. I'm on my way home.

Can't wait to see you. Intense kiss."

- Hello?

- Where is my daughter?

She hasn't come home yet.

She dumped you? I bet

you're used to that, you stupid fool!

- Did you say ''fool''?

- No! I said "you stupid fool"!

You are a disturbing, evil person.

It was me who bought the egg boiler!

I had been reduced

to somebody who just waits.

Make sure your life is about you,

not somebody else.

You're a great guy. But now

I have to get to the racecourse!

See you later.

My God, how I've missed you!

- What's the matter?

- Nothing, I'm just surprised.

I've missed you so much,

I thought I'd lose my mind!

Suddenly I wanted to take

my dull life to the next level.

When I closed my eyes,

I saw strange images.

Too bad you're not black. I saw

so many hot black men in Paris.

- I can't change that, I'm afraid.

- And I don't blame you, but...

I can dream, can't I?

In the dark

you can pretend that I'm black.

I'd better not.

That would be a nasty habit.

- You know what torsk is in French?

- Good night, darling.

A few months later

Marianne graduated.

What is your title now?

It turned out she was a teacher.

- And I've got a job.

- That's great! Where?

On an island. Up north.

Excellent pay

and all my favourite subjects.

- Are you going to commute?

- No, it's much too far away.

You will have to visit me.

We will walk on the beaches...

We will be lovers

in a totally new way.

- Couldn't you find something closer?

- But I want this.

I don't.

A relationship built on real love

has nothing to fear.

- Like ours?

- Precisely.

And off she went.

Proud Marianne,

who knew what she wanted.

And who left for her island

long before school started.

- I want a house with a sea view!

- The sea is all over up there!

I want to see the sea

when I'm having breakfast!

I went to see her the next weekend.

How fantastic!

I can't believe you're here!

Look!

That's my house.

Come on in.

- Isn't it sweet?

- Very nice.

Look at them.

Aren't they cute?

- Your pupils?

- I can't believe you're here! Come.

- Don't do that.

- Lovers do these things.

- Are you in love with me?

- Yes, I have been all along.

So are we doing okay, then?

If we just don't think so much,

everything will be all right.

- Will it be okay?

- What?

- Everything.

- Sure it will.

So I made up my mind. I was

going to make this a good solution.

She has moved to a remote island.

- A remote island?

- It's just for a year.

We're going to be lovers

in a totally new way.

Fair enough. It might work.

- What are you doing?

- Telling her I miss her.

Postcards!

You have to write postcards!

- Postcards?

- Incredibly romantic.

"It's late, and I miss you.

I'm sorry you are not here."

"My work mates are very nice.

Autumn is in the air."

-"Yesterday we had a real storm."

-"Here it was clam. Coming Friday."

"Okay. Have you found a job yet?

You should. For your own good."

- You've worked here before?

- Yes, I was the man of the future.

Right. I see you do maintenance work.

You start tomorrow at 9 am.

I had a job again.

I visited her

more than she visited me.

We had more time together

out there. It was just her and me.

And a lot of fish.

Should we boil it or fry it?

Boil or fry?

- Fry.

- Okay...

Hello there...

No, not now.

Good night.

Sleep well, then.

These things go up and down.

I chose not to let it worry me.

Finally it was her turn to visit me.

"I'm afraid I can't make it

after all. Theres's a party at work."

A teachers' party?

Weeks passed.

I reminded her I existed.

"This weekend is not a good time

either. We're having another party."

Hi!

How unexpected.

- Could you...?

- Pull it. There.

Hello.

This is Tor.

- Hello, Tor.

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