Master Harold ... And the Boys Page #7

You love him... but you

are ashamed of him.

You are ashamed

of so much!

And now that's going

to Include yourself.

That's the promise

that I made to myself

to try to stop that

from happening.

You didn't do

anything wrong

but for days

you went around

as if you owed

the world an apology

for being alive.

I didn't like

seeing that.

That's not the way

a boy grows up to

be a man!

But the one who should

have been teaching you

what It means

was the cause

of your shame.

And If you really

want to know

that's why I made

you that kite.

I wanted you to look up

to be proud

of something

of yourself...

and you certainly were

that when I left you

up there

on the hill

with the kite.

[Sniffing]

Something else?

If you ever do write

a short story

about it

there was a

twist in the ending.

I couldn't sit and

stay there with you.

It was a

"White's Only" bench.

You were too young,

too excited to notice.

But not anymore.

And If you're not careful,

"Master Harold..."

you will be sitting

up there by yourself

for a long time to come

and there won't be

a kite in the sky.

[Door opens

and closes]

Willie...

Will you lock up for me

and look after the keys?

Okay.

You forgot the comics.

[Thunder rolling]

Hally...

I've got no right

to tell you what it

is to be a man

if I don't behave

like one myself.

Should we try again?

Try what?

Fly another kite,

I suppose.

You can't fly kites

on rainy days, remember?

So what do we do?

Hope for better

weather tomorrow?

I don't know.

I don't know

anything anymore.

You sure of that, Hally?

Because it would be

pretty hopeless if

that were true.

Anyway, I don't believe you.

I reckon there's

one thing you know.

You don't have to sit

up there by yourself.

You know what

that bench means now.

And all you have

to do is stand up...

and walk

away from it.

Come inside, Boet Sam.

It's going to be

okay tomorrow.

[Deep sigh]

Boet Sam, you're right.

I think about it

and you're right.

Tonight I find H ilda

and say I'm sorry.

And promise not to

beat her no more.

You hear me, Boet Sam?

I hear you, Willie.

Then we practice.

Then I relax

and romance with her

from beginning to end.

Non-stop!

You watch, Boet Sam!

Two weeks' time,

"First prize for

promising newcomers

M r. Willie Maiopo

and M iss H ilda Samuels."

[Coin clinking]

[Humming and clicking]

[Clicking]

[Jukebox clacking]

[Soft music]

How did you

say it, Boet Sam?

Let's dream.

You lead, I follow.

[Thunder rolling]

[Music continues]

[Music ends]

[Slow melancholy music]

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