In the House Page #6

the three of them dining on the terrace.

And now I'm here, watching the park

from the house, with Rafa's father.

- You know, Claude? People are afraid of China.

- Oh yeah?

But China is our big chance.

Its population is growing.

His son only speaks of sports

cars, basketball...

... Im different.

The population increases by

more than 6 million a year.

Before, they had the one-child policy,

now they breed like rabbits.

In the light of the Lantern, I recognize

the drunk that feeds the birds.

If he raised his head and looked at us. I

believe that he could think I was Rafas son.

Youre a true friend to my son.

- Should I bond with this man?

- Of course, to take the place of the son...

...Which could make Rafa-son jealous.

So far, hes an uninteresting character

he lacks conflict.

In front of the TV dinner, we dont

know what he thinks, or what he feels.

It shows you dont know what to do with it.

I have to tell you the truth:

Have a big problem with the son.

- Do you have children?

- Why do you ask?

Tell me about your relationship with father

it could help with both of the Rafas.

I have no children,

but I have imagination.

- You didnt want to have children?

- Thats none of your business!

The important thing is to create

something strong with son.

Saturday afternoon, although he

dreamed of seeing Esther at the house...

... he decided hanging out with the

two Rafas at the municipal stadium.

Course theyre here, sweating

and running after the ball.

I was shaken for a moment

I tried to imagine myself...

... with my father, hitting a ball

into the hoop.

No. I cant imagine my father,

hitting a ball into the basket.

However, that is what they do.

Every Saturday afternoon.

Rafa-son and Rafa-father,

and theyre happy when they get a basket.

And suffer when they dont.

- Hey, Rafa! Look who's here.

- Great, you came!

I thought you didnt like playing

basketball.

I looked him in the eye

and said with a confident tone:

The day my mother left, my father

decided never to play basketball again.

- I liked it though.

- Ill take you on my team, Claude!

You're much better when you write about the house.

Why did you play basketball?

It sounds like a soap opera.

Is your ambition to write for TV?

Theres no need to spell out everything. Trust the

readers imagination to complete the picture.

I still worry about the son.

He exists only to add value to Claude.

At the same time, you want to take his place.

It's too easy.

You have to find something interesting,

to reveal it fully...

Your scene should start with the father

playing alone on the court...

...and finish with Claude him

telling the son in the locker room:

"The day my mother left, my father

decided never to play basketball again."

I liked it though.

This is the secret of a good scene:

Advance the plot gently

then suddenly take the reader by surprise.

The last paragraph is pure filler.

I dont understand, if you know how to

do it, why dont you write yourself?

I'll tell the truth:

I tried some years ago...

...It was not good enough.

In fact, you're not good enough.

But you could be. You have a gift. If you

work at it, one day you could be a writer.

Today I asked the class to do

a portrait of their best friend.

Who wants to read their piece

in front of the class?

Who wants to read their piece

in front of the class?

I see youre all very brave so

I will choose someone at random.

Let's see.

Rafael Artol.

You can read out

what you wrote?

- "My best friend, Claude Smith."

- A little louder.

We didnt know each other last year

we werent on the same course...

...This year, we became friends

thanks to mathematics.

He helps me revise and do exercises.

In "Meetic"!

Shut up, please.

I wanted him to play basketball

with me and my dad...

...But he doesnt like sports.

I respect him because in sport...

Respect for ones

opponent is important.

Please, please!

Before my best friend was my father,

but I understood that was weird...

Having a father... as a friend.

My mother says so.

She was jealous!

But last Saturday, Claude tried,

He came to play basketball...

...And then I knew that he really

was my best friend.

Silence!

Please!

I'll write on the board,

to correct the faults.

- I felt like crap.

- Forget this idiot, concentrate!

- 4i is an imaginary number?

- Yes, I think so.

How you think? Sure it's imaginary,

because its in the plan and not the shaft.

It's like I've kicked

ball the wrong direction.

Of course it went the wrong way.

- I only had to do this.

- Only correct their spelling and syntax errors.

He wouldnt have been so stressed when they

began to laugh. I had to stop it already!

I'd like that to relive it so that.

I could punch his face.

- Punch your face and burn your car!

- I dont have a car.

I dont drive,

but my wife does have an auto.

Punch your face,

the face of a disgraced teacher!

- Could do better.

- What?

Writing an article in "The Torch"

Tell what happened from your perspective.

- Youre encouraging me to write against you?

- Yes, why not?

Rafa's character

there must be more, right?

I never attack the independence of

"The Torch"...

...With its photos of school trips,

tributes to retired professiona...

And bad poems!

No one! Hear me?

No one can say that censor "The Torch"!

Why dont you talk to Rafa

to fix the situation?

I remind you that Im

supposed to know nothing.

For me, there is no article!

It doesnt exist.

Rafael, please!

You can stay? I want to ask something.

- Goodbye, Sir.

- Goodbye.

It seemed he wanted to talk,

but said nothing interesting.

Just gave me this.

"Dont underline it, not double, and dont

leave it open to misinterpretation."

- Perhaps you no longer need to

give my text to "The Torch" - Why?

Give me one of your books,

Its a way of apologizing. Its nice.

No. You must publish your story.

Good day.

Good day.

1 day I couldnt sleep

and I wondered...

... Why would Mr. Germain humiliate

me in front of the whole class?...

... forcing me to read my composition,

under the laughter my colleagues.

It was him who asked us to do a portrait

of our best friend.

Its as if his cruelty

had been unintended...

... in addition, you made me write my story

on the Blackboard, supposedly to correct it.

But once Id written up my text,

Mr. Germain undressed me...

... yes, I undressed. Erased every

sentence, one after another...

... to wipe the slate empty

desperately empty.

I wanted to share this story with you,

such humiliation...

It wont happen again... ever,

and stop being afraid...

...when I send you back

to the drawing board.

- Hes right to be angry with you.

- Why?

Because it's like undressing in public!

Take off his shirt, his pants,

underpants, socks...

For me, an apple is an apple.

To correct a bad text on the blackboard,

is to correct a bad text on the blackboard!

Its well written, well argued.

- This guy argues well.

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