The Blind Sunflowers Page #4

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to have a house, errands, ...

I want to be in charge of Lorenzo,

more directly.

I do not know if he would accept.

He's really spoiled, you know?

I do not think...

A man close to him

will be good for him.

Your husband was assassinated, I believe.

Yes.

War surprised him in the Republican zone.

In the red zone, I mean.

In the red zone.

Have you thought about

getting Lorenzo some study?

Yes, of course.

In your situation it will not be easy, I mean...

that you may have problems,

economic ones, I mean.

I could also help you on that.

Do you want an ice cream?

An ice cream?

Come on, what flavor do you want?

Two. One vanilla.

But at this time of the day...

Do you like vanilla?

Two vanilla.

As I was saying, I could help you.

I could get a fellowship for Lorenzo.

Ah.

In the seminary he would study for free.

Lorenzo in the seminary?

I do not guarantee him making it to Pope, but...

Wouldnt you like to see him,

I don't know, prebendary, bishop...

... cardinal? Who knows.

Lorenzo does not have vocation.

Good, we'll have to scratch.

Because scratching...

I didn't have it, either, but I found it.

Don't you like it?

Yes, yes.

Very much.

Lorenzo is still very young.

I never thought about it.

So, you have to think about it.

Well, I already arrived.

If it will not be too long,

I'll wait for you.

This morning I am a truant.

Not, not. Don't worry.

Moreover, to talk about

seminary in the street, not...

Thanks a lot anyway.

I'll think about it.

I will talk to Lorenzo.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning. What do you want?

The lady who just entered,

do you know where to?

Mrs. Elena helps here,

she sews for fashion house.

Why?

Not, nothing, I thought

she went to visit somebody,

some gentleman I know in this house.

I got confused, just that.

Good morning.

"I was an adventurer".

Four. Very dangerous.

I won the bet. Come on, the cards.

Mine.

You, you, you, and you,

let's go to the theater.

What about me?

You can't.

You didn't have any cards.

But... Come on, you'll learn with the movie.

Come on.

- Hey, hey! Where do you go?

- To the movies!

Dont get dirty, or your mother

will give me hell.

"Come, Mariana, we will be better here."

"We lie down on the grass."

Not, not, not! Stop!

One kiss, woman.

- I've never kissed a man.

- But you said you love me.

This is different.

- You would leave me. - I swear I won't.

OK, but only one.

She gave him a kiss.

Fernando, not, not, not that, Fernando.

She's lying in the grass.

Now he's laid down too.

What happens when they lie down?

Don't you know

that men and women lie down...

-... because they like it a lot?

- And they cry and scream out of pleasure.

Not, Fernando! Not this!

She's is eating her alive! Right?

Lalo was right...

I will be hunted as a rabbit.

What it this about, Ricardo?

Don't you understand it?

This friar, priest or whatever he is...

The bastard smells something.

Not, it is not that.

It is something else.

Something else?

What?

I do not know...

He's a mystic.

This idea to turn Lorenzo into a priest.

But I am sure he has no idea

of whether you're alive.

I am sure.

"Assassinated by the reds", he said himself.

And the fellowship?

Lorenzo won't return to that school.

No. It would be worse.

Then he would start inquiring,

and not about your past.

Moreover, vacation time is coming soon.

Next year, we can find another school.

It hurts you.

Cognac?

No, I know what hurts me.

and I know what it making me crazy.

That those sons of b*tches hunt me,

and then shot me.

That they want to kill me for what I believe.

This... This is what hurts me.

A lot. More than cognac, for sure.

I do not want to continue living

in that mouse hole.

F***! I do not have to.

and I won't translate more this Wolfram sh*t.

so that that Hitler bastard becomes

the master of Europe.

And my son,

nobody will turn him into a priest!

F*** God!

Ricardo!

F*** God!

F***, f***, f***!

The famous 2nd lieutenant Salvador...

Which I already knew was a seminarist,

but to see you dresses as a priest.

with his dress, your hair cut, ...

F***! The truth is, it's really impressive.

Should I call you Father?

Not, not, I'm still a deacon.

Ah. And when will sing mass?

Gods willing, next year.

No, thank you, I do not drink.

A cigar?

I don't smoke either.

You see, I drink, smoke...

In war and peace, the same vices.

But, even you can't believe it...

now I even read.

Look, it's here.

A great poet.

And no need to be a f*ggot.

D. Jose Maria Peman.

Good writer.

Even to me, sometimes he makes me cry.

And when you sing mass, how do you

celebrate? Like a wedding?

No.

As a first communion?

Or as a burial?

No.

F***, it was a joke.

You.

I know it's not a burial.

Listen, can I send you a flamenco group?

Stop the bullshit...

I can't forget how much

you liked hookers, and now like this.

What are you saying?

And to see you with a clerical collar.

Come in.

Thank you.

Let's see.

Hmmm!

What a guy, Ricardo Mazo Torralba.

Literature teacher in the High School.

Mason, joined the Republican Left.

Why are you interested in this citizen?

I teach in a primary school,

and one of my pupils...

... is the son of this Ricardo. He died, right?

"Missing person in July 1936".

According to his wife,

he was assassinated by the reds.

This is strange.

What about the woman?

The mother of my pupil. Anything?

"His concubine, Elena Lopez Reinares..."

That is, civil marriage,

... two children..."

Two children?

"Elena, born in 1922, lover of the Communist poet...

"... Eulalio Pecia, both fugitives

from justice and in search and capture...

"... and Lorenzo ".

Born in 1933. None of the two

has been baptized.

Even I think it's crazy...

If you don't want to get out, don't do it,

But you need to eat.

We cannot continue like this.

It's Lorenzo.

Can I come in?

Sorry. It's the heat.

One moment.

It's the priest!

Well, you tell me.

It's about Lorenzo.

I already told you my son

does not have a vocation.

And I learnt of something

that worries me more than that.

That worries you? I don't understand.

Could you give a glass of water, please?

Sure.

Sorry...

... I have the pressure low,

would you have a little wine?

Wine?

Not, I do not have wine.

OK!

Cognac?

Better, better.

Left-overs from Christmas,

a cousin brought it.

Lorenzo told me he was an only child,

and I learnt he has a sister.

Well, yes.

But she does not live with us.

and I also know that neither Lorenzo

nor she are baptized.

and that the girl and her lover

are looked by the policy.

and that your husband was a red.

Mason and Republican. What a guy.

Do you realize that, if Lorenzo dies...

... - this is just an example, God willing - ...

he would be condemned to hell

for all the eternity?

I already thought about baptizing it.

Do not justify yourself.

I understand you.

There's no malice in your face, Elena.

I understand, and I pity you.

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