Pozitia copilului Page #5

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I forgot about the women's day.

Barbu isn't here.

- When is he coming back?

- After you've gone, I guess.

What do you know!

What changes are you making here?

The same you saw yesterday

when you were here.

Are you bringing the little one

to stay with you?

I'd like to.

Let's go to the kitchen.

I made some soothing tea.

Will the father let her leave Tulcea?

Miruna, you mean.

Her father is abroad.

That's right.

I think you mentioned it.

- Grand Marnier?

- I don't think so.

Cointreau?

Something strong and sweet.

- Bailey's.

- That's OK.

Once you're done redecorating,

we'll get Clara to clean up.

We'll get someone else.

Why?

We caughther being indiscreet.

I'd be willing to babysit

on certain afternoons.

- Ice?

- No.

How's Barbu doing?

He's very tense.

He barely slept last night. Me neither.

Me neither.

We must have put out

this bad vibe.

- Did you try giving him a pill?

- I'm against pills.

I don't even give Miruna pills

when she has a fever.

He must restand disconnect

from all this.

He can't waste nights.

Let's accept it's not easy for him.

I think we should take over

some of his responsibilities.

That's what I said.

I think you should talk

to the witness for him.

He's not up to it.

Would you go,

the way he talked to me?

You were there.

You were in our house,

you saw how he behaved.

- After what happened...

- I wasn't myself after that.

I understand.

See? This terrible thing

had to happen forus

to meet and talk

like civilized people.

Don't get me wrong.

I'd give my life for him.

I'd cut off my hand for him.

But if you keep pulling away,

how can we be close?

That was your doing, too.

You're not the nicest person

in the world.

If you mean the incident earlier,

then you're right.

Barbu didn't let me open the door.

Here's the thing.

I am, you know me:

If I've got something to say,

I'll say it loud and clear,

offensive or not.

You're not

the most beautiful woman

and neither am I.

We are both two women

with some life experience.

This should bring us together,

rather than apart.

If we can communicate.

Listen...

and if we get along,

then Barbu will be all the better for it.

No need to love each other.

You're a mother too.

You'll understand.

I pictured Barbu's future

somewhat diflerently.

You've come into his life

with a certain baggage.

I, too, tried to understand:

OK, so that's what Barbu likes.

What's good for him is good for me.

I don't think I can be any clearer.

Am I right?

Am I not right?

I say we work together.

I already met with the witness,

though I swore I'd stay out of it.

But I ask one thing of you.

You get him to come

see the child's parents.

It's his future at stake.

Tell him you'll come too.

I couldn't face those people.

Barbu even less.

Put yourseIf in his place.

Tell him he has to go anyway

to pick up his car.

I'm not going to teach you

what to say.

Make it sound like your idea.

OK.

So tell me...

...what are your plans

for the future?

Have you two thought of having

a child of your own?

- What can I say, ma'am...

- What can I say, Cornelia.

I've been asking you

for ages to call me Cornelia.

You really want to make me

feel old, do you?

- Can I have one?

- Go ahead.

Another thing. Quit smoking.

Maybe this way he will, too.

In time.

The thing is,

Barbu and I are breaking up.

So the baby plans

are no longer an option.

Come on, kids.

Is this the right time

for such a thing?

- It's been long coming.

- Why didn't Barbu tell me?

What about the baby's room?

I'll bring Miruna to Bucharest

anyway.

We'll rent.

Have you got someone else?

- No.

- Why, then?

I won't go into details.

There are reasons.

In the beginning,

he wanted us to have a baby.

I didn't feel like

getting pregnant again,

I wasn't fully recovered yet,

physically and sexually.

- But you got better.

- Of course.

Then we stopped using protection.

He made me do all the tests.

You know, he has a thing

about bacteria.

He won't let me touch him either.

HIV1, HIV2, hepatitis A, B, C...

All the gyno tests, HPV, candidiasis,

chlamydia, Pap smear.

They're required.

He didn't want to take them.

He said he was fine.

- Of course he's fine.

- Well, I'm fine, too.

Maybe he wasn't thinking about you,

but about the baby,

so it comes out fine.

But I already had a baby,

and it came out fine.

Anyways.

I did the analyses,

and for a year there was nothing.

It just didn't happen.

It's delicate.

I don't know how to put it.

You can tell me.

- But this stays between us.

- Absolutely.

Are you sure you want to hear

all this about him?

We don't have secrets in our family.

OK.

You don't realize it then

but if you add it all up,

that year and the one after,

nine out often times he didn't come.

I mean, sure he came, but outside.

So I understood he didn't want

a baby anymore.

But he didn't tell you that.

Barbu doesn't have the guts

to say what he wants.

I don't know

where he gets that cowardice.

He wants something,

but acts as if he didn't.

That's his problem.

Then we started

to use protection again.

And when he came out,

his condom wasn't on.

Where was it?

Half was inside me

but emptying on the bed sheet.

No danger, then.

And yet, I saw his face go white.

He got up, turned on the light,

checked how much was still inside.

He kept peering at me.

I said, why don't you get

the flashlight

and check?

If we had a flashlight,

he'd have used it.

And he said,

go get washed real well.

OK. I washed.

The rest of the month

he didn't touch me,

but he kept bugging me:

Did you get your period,

why didn't you get your period?

He acted strange as hell.

When was that?

This stuff happened four months ago.

In the meantime we talked about it.

We're civilized people.

It'll take him a while

to figure out where he's going.

Miruna is very fond of Barbu,

and she's sort of stuck on him.

Yeah.

Did you get some rest, baby?

We have to talk.

Isn't Carmen coming?

She's coming. Listen here.

You're still coming, I hope.

Keep quiet.

If I said I'd come, I'm coming.

I'm listening.

Right.

We know-or at least I know-

that you're not going to change.

I said it ten years ago,

and five years ago.

Change what?

Help me understand.

- Why are you treating me like this?

- You can't understand.

You just have to accept

what I'm about to tell you.

What?

If we go on like this,

we'll get nowhere.

Give me a minute.

I need to talk to my mother.

Don't I accept everything from you?

Including the fact

that you don't love me.

I just want you to respect me.

That's all.

You owe that to me.

Let's switch places.

Let me call you.

You wait for my call

and see if I respect you or not.

- So I can't call you anymore?

- Let me take the first step.

This is a difficult time for me.

I need to think

about what it means.

There's nothing you can contribute here.

I'll call you in a month, a year,

six months. I don't know.

But let me be the first to call.

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