Hallam Foe Page #4

but please just try

to see things from my perspective.

You've treated me like a white-trash,

gold-digging whore from day one.

And that's exactly what you are.

How is it with your look-alike?

Do you feel like you're f***ing Mummy?

Does it feel like you're

f***ing Mummy? Does it?

Does it feel like you're f***ing Mummy?

Hallam?

Help! Help! Get off! Help!

Get off!

I hate you. I hate you.

I hate you. I hate you.

I made a mistake.

It's all right. Come on.

Good God! What did he do?

You need to talk to him.

If you must blame someone,

it was me that took

a hammer to the boat

to stop your mother going out in it,

but... she just went swimming instead.

So what did you do?

It had been going on for months,

and I was tired.

Dad!

What did you do?

I did nothing.

I heard her...

rummaging in her medicine cabinet,

and I heard her go out the back door.

And I did nothing. I gave up.

But it was her choice.

The final victory in her war against me.

- What about me?

- Oh, she loved you, Hallam.

Not enough to stick around.

And that's why you've been so angry.

I know.

Don't worry,

I'm not looking for my job back.

How are you?

Better. Thank you.

- I sorted a few things out.

- I'm glad.

Can I come in?

Now is not an ideal time.

I'm crap at relationships anyway.

You'll soon find someone to help you

iron out those creases of yours.

- Guess I'll catch you later then.

- Yeah.

That would be good.

Look me up in five years' time.

Will you still be beautiful

in five years' time?

I hope so.

You will be.

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