Loves of a Blonde Page #5

- Why do you do these stupid things?

- I haven't done anything stupid.

Is it my fault she came here?

Is it?

- You invited her.

- Hardly.

- She just shows up with a suitcase.

- Momma, be quiet and leave me alone.

Well, it's the truth.

And here we are

like sardines in a can.

- That's it-- I'm sleeping out there!

- Don't you dare!

- Then stop it!

- You think I'd let you sleep with her?

I won't sleep with her:

I'll sleep in the kitchen and that's that:

One more second

and I'll toss you out of this bed!

Gladly! Do it!

- Out you go. Hurry up!

- No way. Who gives orders around here?

- You're sleeping here.

- Okay. Don't get upset.

That would be great!

What would the neighbors say?

I have no covers.

You're driving me crazy!

You'll be the end of me,

wretched boy.

You're terrible.

You'll be the death of me.

- For God's sake, will you go to sleep?

- Who'll take care of you then?

Mom, go to sleep.

I'll do the dishes for you tomorrow.

I can't wait.

Are you okay now?

I was almost asleep

and you start up again!

Please go to sleep!

You think I feel good about this?

He scolds me for being rude to you

and he's rude himself.

Watch out or you'll get smacked.

He takes after you.

You're all alike.

Jesus, you're driving me nuts!

Will you sleep now, please?

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

I'm all worn-out from the two of you.

Instead of a good night's sleep,

we argue all night.

Please be quiet. She'll wake up

and we'll be in trouble.

I don't give a damn about her.

She ruined my evening.

Good for you

that his parents are so nice.

His father is nice.

Really nice.

When will you be

going back again?

I'll be going back from now on...

THE END:

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