Stealing Beauty Page #2

I wouldn't really know.

I haven't really had it that much.

Grass?

No. Sex.

Hmm?

You mean you never

slept with anybody?

No.

A beautiful girl like you?

Well...

do you remember my mother...

having a pair of green sandals?

Sandals?

I think so.

She could have.

She wore wonderful clothes.

Excuse me.

She was the best-dressed poet.

Writing transporting little...

verses in between

fashion shoots and--

Why?

Why have you never

wanted to sleep with anyone?

It's not that I...

haven't wanted

to sleep with anyone.

Hmm?

Tell me.

It's not as if I'm going

to know for very long.

There was this one guy

that I really liked.

I met him in the summer

when I was 15.

Mm-hmm.

He was the first person

I really kissed...

and, um, we wrote

each other for a while.

There was this

one letter about, um,

him having an animal...

prowling through his heart,

and I memorized the whole thing.

But then after a while,

they just stopped.

And then your mum died,

and everything stopped.

Hmm?

It's not because of my mother.

Her death has nothing

to do with it.

It's easier to stay alone.

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.

You can't have decided

that at your age.

I haven't decided.

You're in need of a ravisher.

I'm waiting.

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy--

Would you stop saying that?

You're scared.

What is it you're scared of?

There's something else,

isn't there?

I can see.

You seem to be--

Stoned.

I'm going to bed.

Don't forget this.

Thank you.

Sweet dreams.

Well, look who's up and about.

I had a great night.

You met Lucy.

Oh... she's irresistible.

I'm mad about her.

Now, what's that smile about?

What smile?

Now, come on. Tell.

Mm-hmm.

Well...

we just... talked.

What did she tell you?

I have a feeling...

not as much as she

might have done.

Oh, come on.

No, no, no.

You can't keep a secret.

Of course I can.

Really?

What's going on?

Nothing's going on.

Noemi, what would you

tell your readers...

about a man

who dangles a secret...

in front of you?

I wasn't dangling it.

Yes, you were.

No, I was not.

He wants to tell it.

We're going to have...

to find Lucy some friends...

so she doesn't get bored

with all us old people.

Are we that old already?

Good morning.

Hi.

Sorry.

My time's all screwed up.

Want some coffee?

Please.

Have some bread.

Do you take milk?

Yeah. Oh, hey!

Uh, no, it's fine.

Um, what time is it there?

Do you take sugar?

What about Filippo Castellini

as Lucy's boyfriend?

Okay, Miranda.

Terrible flirt.

What about Harry Fenimore Jones?

Too perverse

for an American girl.

Would you pass the sugar, Noemi?

Ben Cartaclay.

Cartaclay would love Lucy.

Basta!

Thank you.

I feel like a classified ad.

Do you hear that?

Come and see what

we have to put up with.

All right? Yeah.

Talk to you later. Bye-bye.

What is that?

They're building a television mast.

To brainwash the Italian electorate.

You don't like it...

because it messes up your view.

Daisy!

My little Piglet.

how was Camilla's?

Again?

Hi, Daisy.

Do you remember Lucy?

You were four

when she was last here.

Hi.

Hmm. What's that?

It's called a scarab.

It's kind of like a beetle.

It's good luck.

Come.

Okay.

Well, thank you for being...

so f***ing helpful.

Miranda, you wouldn't stop.

Me! It wasn't just me!

Oh, she's searching

for something...

with those long hands

she can barely control...

and... curiosity.

A little bit frightened.

It reminds me so much

of me somehow.

You know,

I kissed someone here once.

Did he touch tongues?

Uh-huh.

Miranda likes to kiss boys.

She'll kiss Richard,

and before that,

she kissed Matthew and Johnny...

and Niccolo' and David.

She used to kiss Niccolo'?

Yeah, at the fireworks.

Yeah, at the fireworks.

Do you know a man

named Carlo Lisca?

Yes. He lives near Caorle.

Why do you know him?

Mama used to get letters from him.

What's he like?

He's a very good

war correspondent...

but I think...

seeing so much death

and blood and...

horror has made him

a little peculiar.

Well, I'll ask him over.

You can meet him.

Do you remember her

being in love...

with a man here?

You mean Carlo?

I don't know.

There was...

this thing that she wrote about.

Really?

What did she write?

Lucy, I think the time has come.

Off you go.

He's gone to the studio.

You know,

he hasn't worked at night...

for years.

But there's a virgin

in the house.

It's cool in here.

My father never came here.

No.

I never met him.

He's small.

I'm five inches taller.

Really?

Maybe if you could

concentrate on...

on that horse's leg,

for instance.

Might help you to keep still.

Oh, but I see how

you're different...

from your mother.

You have a sort

of joy in your eyes.

H-h-have you ever

eaten olive leaves?

No.

Olive leaves are inedible.

Disgusting.

Why'd you ask me that?

Just asking.

I can feel the night behind me.

You see why we love it here.

There's one thing I miss, though--

the Grave diggers.

The best pub in Dublin.

I think we've done

enough for tonight.

You've been very patient.

Good night.

I love to f*** Pumpkin.

Oh, I love to f***

my little Pumpkin.

I love to f*** Pumpkin.

I love to f***

my little Pumpkin.

Oh, I'm f***ing Pumpkin.

Oh, Poop is f***ing Pumpkin.

I'm your daddy, baby.

That's good, baby.

Oh, yeah!

You like it, baby?

Yes!

Tell me you like it. Oh!

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

No! No! No! No! No! No!

Yes! No! No!

No! Shh! Shh!

Where does he go?

Shh! Don't wake him.

You must never

disturb sleepwalkers.

Ha ha ha!

Here comes the Marquis de Saab.

Noemi. Michele.

Carlo!

Carlo Lisca, Monsieur Guillaume.

Come on and play! Come on!

Is that Sarah's daughter?

Mmm. Lucy.

Aah!

Richard, sweetheart,

we're going to go have a swim.

All right.

Just a second, babe.

Hey!

You get back here!

Whoo-hoo! Ya-hoo!

Ha ha ha!

You get back here, young lady!

Aah!

I'm right here.

Richard, are you coming or not?

Stop it!

You Carlo?

Yes.

My mother used to mark

a star on her calendar...

every time she got

a letter from you.

I was very fond of your mother.

We had many jokes together.

She appeared the delicate woman,

but she loved to act vulgar.

That's not what I remember.

I remember her...

sitting awake all night

in the dark...

smoking cigarettes...

and listening to jazz records.

Everyone has dark moods.

Do you?

Only when I am away from war.

Around war,

I am as light as a souffle.

You ever killed a viper?

Of course.

I grew up in the country.

Did you ever meet my father?

It's not what you think.

We had only one night together.

That's all.

Only one night?

We were friends.

Lucy?

See you later.

No, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no.

I don't think he's the one.

Not for you.

Not for my Lucy in the sky.

Actually, I like him.

You do?

There's something

familiar about him.

My illusion's shattered.

Come.

Let us bring up the rear...

Like Turgenev's poor Rakitin.

Oh, look.

Oh, God.

What?

I can't bear it. It's too unnatural.

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