Maternity Blues Page #3

I loved her more than I loved myself.

I never left the house without

making sure everything was okay.

That the gas was off,

and that she was okay.

She was okay!

The one who wasn't okay was me.

When I pushed her under the water

as I bathed her,

don't you see...

I didn't know what I was doing.

Don't you see?

I didn't know what I was doing,

I didn't know!

Calm down, it's all over now.

What's wrong?

Help, Enzo!

Let go of her legs, leave her.

You didn't know.

Exactly, you should've told me!

It hasn't happened for months.

How much did she drink?

I don't know.

The things we said about Eloisa...

me and her often argue.

I'm not interested.

Everyone here has a story.

You told me that.

I laughed when I read in the paper

She murdered her...

Murder?

A murderer, me?

They're crazy, I thought.

How dare they write

something like that?

The others were murderers perhaps,

not me!

You don't need to tell me this.

I know, but I want to.

You believe in God, I don't.

The only judge I have is myself.

And that suffices, I can assure you.

Luigi, can I leave him here

while I pop to the chemist's?

Give him a croissant

and nothing to the dog!

Come over here.

Put your bag over there.

Good boy.

Eat it all up.

Thanks!

Your mum's always rushing around!

But you...

relax and eat.

Take it easy, you're early.

"Dad, my friend Francesco,

has got a big dog,

he says he's called Great Dane."

"But his sister called him

Crumb."

"I think Great Dane's better."

"When we get one, I'll choose

the name. Musket or Bandit."

A mother doesn't always

kill her child

because of a serious

mental illness.

The causes can be various ones.

The maternal spirit isn't something

that is instinctive

but rather, it depends on the model

of mother one is trying to be.

Often these people act

as if in a trance,

dismayed by a deep sense

of solitude.

All the same, it is a crime which

in our society is unacceptable

to normal people who have no

knowledge of mental illness.

But...

today still,

there are so many questions

one must ask about why

a mother kills her own child.

You could at least tidy your stuff,

this room's a mess

I like mess, it makes me feel good,

it's my aquarium.

What about the other fish?

Don't even think about bringing

that blind cat here.

- Dr. Stregari said I can keep it.

- I'm allergic to cats.

Did you hear that? Rina's allergic

and I don't like cats.

Especially black cats.

It's not true that they're unlucky,

that's just a saying.

I'll tell you for the last time,

bring it here and I'll poison it.

And I'll burn your damn diaries!

It'll be a good fight.

We'll see who wins.

You know how much a cat

that's been poisoned suffers?

You know what? You've won,

you've already won.

I wouldn't force anyone,

let alone a superior being like a cat,

adored like a God by the Egyptians,

to live with you!

Great, we're agreed then.

The Egyptians! They were only good

at mummifying themselves.

I hope you come face to face with

Osiris in the kingdom of the dead.

- Who is Osiris?

- She can keep that dirty cat.

As long as it stays off my bed.

I don't want to spend my time

picking hairs up.

Yes, but cats make me sneeze,

it's not my fault I'm allergic.

Eloisa can move room.

No.

All right, we'd better sleep.

Merry Christmas!

- Hi.

- Have dinner with me, don't say no.

- Dinner?

- No excuses.

- Don't play hard to get.

- Thanks, but I can't.

- Why? Are you busy?

- No, we're closing at six!

- Don't you start!

- Perfect.

I'll get everything ready,

see you here later.

- Merry Christmas, Gianni.

- Merry Christmas, Giulia.

We all want to impress them, right?

Remember that every recipe

needs the flavours to be balanced.

But it's not always the main

ingredients that do that,

without the added help

of flavourings,

the English say:

garbage in, garbage out.

Regardless of one's skill,

if you cook a terrible dish,

the result is a terrible dish.

You don't say!

There are lots of types of extensions.

Not just straight hair like this.

But curly hair, plaits,

and now dreadlocks are in fashion.

Laura has kindly volunteered,

I'll give her a Rasta hairdo.

No, don't worry. I'm joking.

So, Rina will do Clara's hair,

and Barbara...

will do Laura's.

Did you get a postcard, Elo?

Yes, a singer friend from Rome.

- Lucky him.

- Why?

Because...

I miss singing.

But you're always acting.

You could've sung something tonight.

Yes, La Traviata!

No, I just want to have fun tonight.

My own way.

We know, we're not stupid.

You don't even respect Christmas.

I'm telling you,

we need to live in the present,

we don't have much time.

Life's a quickie.

That's great, well done.

Great.

How's it going?

I wish my tummy as flat as yours!

I didn't even look pregnant

at 7 months.

I was like a whale during

my pregnancies, with swollen legs!

My b*obs were the only thing that

got big, my boyfriend was happy!

My husband didn't care,

he'd substituted me.

He re-married, men can't be

on their own.

It's their downfall and their fortune.

Do you know her?

Do you think your kids

get on with her?

I know who she is, I hope

she's a good mum to them.

- You're generous.

- Generous?

Rina, you know who you are.

I've not known who I am

for six years.

- I thought I was a nice person.

- You are.

I would be if I disappeared

off the face of the earth.

Don't joke like that.

Come on, get dressed.

I'm taking you dancing.

And Merry Christmas.

- Are you allergic to anything?

- No.

- Why, what have you made?

- It's a surprise!

Good evening.

Good evening to you all.

I'd just like to say a few things

before we start the party.

For some of us, it'll be your

first Christmas here.

So my best wishes go to you

in particular.

I'd like to thank the cooks,

they've made some delicious dishes.

With the help of Maurizio, the chef.

I'd like to thank Rosa, who

with her hairdressing course

continues to do a great job

with the girls. Thank you.

And now, Merry Christmas

to you all.

Merry Christmas.

What kind of a party is it

without any wine?

Can I have this dance?

- Everything okay?

- Yes.

Where are you going?

To the toilet.

What's happened?

He never answers,

he's never there.

Max?

Or the monster, as I call him.

But what do you know?

I'd better go back inside.

Those are with Colonnata Lard,

they make it here.

- There's so much food!

- Do you know it?

Of course! Where I come from

we say...

- What does that mean?

- It's like...

I love it.

- Well, Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

Sorry, I have to keep my phone

in view because of my son.

- Where is he?

- Up north, with his grandparents.

In Trieste.

He likes being with them,

it's his dad he doesn't get on with.

I know how he feels!

Well, we all make mistakes.

Do you like being in Massa?

Well...

- I don't know yet.

- It can be hard at first.

You mustn't take any notice

about what people say.

They said all sorts about me too.

Why, what do you know?

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