Sicilian Ghost Story Page #2

They'll do all they can

to bring him home.

Look! It's a beautiful day!

It feels like summer!

The air is so clear!

Get ready, Miss.

I've got a sore tummy...

I had bad cramps during the night.

Do you want to stay home?

No! Another day off?

Has school become an optional?

These sore tummies...

What are we going to do?

You've got your exams this year.

This way, they won't even let you

sit them...

That's all you care about.

All right, stay home.

I'll come and get you later

and we can go to the doctor.

And we'll get a nice ice cream.

Lemon for you, because you're not

well and chocolate for me.

This is your last day off, though.

She can phone and get her homework.

There's no need,

Loredana's coming this afternoon.

That's fine, then.

That's fine, then.

That great donkey,

she's already failed twice.

The Nobel Prize you'll both get.

In donkey-ology and confusion.

You're right.

Poisoned mice aren't good for you...

My turn now.

You don't need to do it as well.

But it was my idea!

Your father will kill you!

His appreciation yesterday.

I was busy with my homework

and forgot to milk the goats.

Never mind. I'll be enough.

One more slap is not going to

change my life.

I'm not letting you do this alone.

Come on! Phase one. Decolouration.

Get off your arse and shampoo me!

You don't think there are better ways

to play the rebel?

Who are you trying to impress?

Not me, I hope.

Or maybe it's to make Daddy happy?

Well?

"Giuseppe has vanished,

and what are you doing?"

Good question.

Let's try and answer it.

Giuseppe has vanished and you...

Stop studying -

- you get failed.

Giuseppe has vanished and you...

Dye your hair.

At least I'm doing something.

And what does it achieve?

Now your hair's blue,

is Giuseppe coming back?

Come on...

You're more intelligent than that.

So I should pretend nothing's happened?

Like everyone else?

Life goes on, doesn't it?

Why not? Is that not how it is?

You know as well

that you're growing up.

Maybe we know the people

who kidnapped him.

Maybe they're here in the village!

We need to rebel against this,

all of us.

Until he's found!

- Whatever...

Luna...

Try to think...

He's my life!

Do you understand what that means?

Thinking about him all the time, -

- always asking yourself where he is.

If he's alive. If he's dead.

Hearing his voice in your head, -

- do you understand what that means?

Knowing he needs help and not

being able to do anything for him.

Crying yourself to sleep every night.

Feeling sick at the idea of going

to school and not finding him there.

Do you understand what it means?

I can't help thinking about him.

And I don't want not to.

These equations are fairly easy.

I want to be nice to you this morning.

You've got an hour.

Get out of that chair. It's not yours.

Miss, it's written too small,

I can't read it from the last row.

OK, Lombardi, copy the exercises.

- Then go back to your place.

- I told you to move. Right now!

Miss, Conigliaro is hassling me.

Conigliaro, please. Go and sit down.

- Miss...

- I don't understand -

- why I can't sit here

if the place is free.

You know what?

From today this is my place.

- Conigliaro!

- Look at this loony...

All she needed was blue hair!

My hair can be sorted with a shampoo.

What's the cure for yourfucking face?

Whatever... I'm here -

- and here I'm staying.

Because the grass's son

won't be coming back to school.

Lombardi!

No!

You happy now?

Don't be an idiot...

No!

Giuseppe, -

- I'm writing to you from my room.

I spend most of my time in my room.

Only who I say can come in

and I do whatever I like.

I draw and write all the time.

What do you like

apart from horses?

The first time I wrote your name

in my diary -

- was at school when I realised

you were sad.

I thought how someone like you

could never be sad.

asked you why. And you teased me.

"Luna, you're imagining things

that don't exist," you said.

Then at home I heard my mother

talking about your father -

- and I understood why you were sad.

The second time was when

you invited me to the beach.

But my mother wouldn't let me go.

That day it was my turn to be sad.

I really wanted to go to the beach

with you.

I listened to the radio

all day long in my room.

And without realising,

I started dreaming -

- imagining things that don't exist,

like you say.

But for me if you dream something -

- it means it might exist...

Just for a bit of variety.

You're a little man now.

When you finish eating, write

to that cocksucker of your father -

- that we're treating you well,

but we're starting to lose patience.

Why? Did Grandfather not get

the other letters?

Of course he did.

So why write any more?

If Dad keeps talking with the cops, -

- it means he doesn't give a f***

about me.

How could that be?

If that were the case, he'd already

have stopped being a supergrass...

If I'm still here, -

- it means that you've decided

I'm not going back home.

I'm not writing any more!

I'll come and get it later.

Luna, -

- I don't know if I'll ever come back.

I want to cry, -

- but I'm not going to

in front of this lot.

I wish I could dream -

- like you...

But I can't here...

Your father mustn't drink that.

You don't need to repeat it

every time.

With you two, I do.

Right, that's me finished.

I'll have a shave and we can go.

Will you light the stove in the sauna

before you go?

The sauna? In this heat?

It gets rid of the toxins, -

- it's purifying.

Stewed apples!

It's good for your stomach.

I wouldn't even give these

to the dogs.

We should come here more often.

You say the same thing every time.

What peace and quiet...

We really needed it.

It's been a difficult year, -

- especially for you...

But at last it's behind you.

You did well.

Despite me and your mum

and everyone else, -

- you passed your exams.

And now secondary school in the city.

New classmates.

New friends... A new life!

You know you're the most important

thing in my life, don't you?

I know, Dad.

Can you pass it to me?

Digestion's started!

Now what would you say to trying

to catch a few nice eels?

Here.

Meanwhile... I've something to do...

Leave me alone!

Let... me go!

Have you got a son?

I don't care if you tease me.

If I don't give you this letter,

I'll never be able to do anything, -

- or rather I'll end up only doing

things I don't care about.

I'm not exaggerating.

I lock myself in my room and dream.

Go to school and I don't understand

anything -

- because I'm dreaming.

When I have to go somewhere, -

- get lost because I'm dreaming.

When there's a storm, -

- I sit and look out the window

and dream.

Instead when the sun dazzles me, -

- close my eyes and dream all the same.

When I'm sad, I dream, -

- and when I'm happy

it's because I dream.

Loredana has noticed too

and says I'm going daft.

The positive thing is that

my mother's voice -

- goes in one ear and out the other -

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