The Secret Life of Words Page #2

She's Columbian.

l mean ... l'm not prejudiced.

l wouldn't like you to think l'm prejudiced.

l'm not that kind of person.

Maybe you are not ...

But l am.

you have 1 new message.

Josef, Hi. Here l am.

l,m reading ''Letters of a Portuguese Nun,,,

again, l know, it,s si l ly.

But, reading that book,

l fee l like l,m ta lking to you.

Like l,m c lose to you, and if l,m c lose to

you l don,t fee l gui lty anymore.

l dream of you every night. Maybe because l

go to bed listening to the message you left,

saying how much you liked missing me.

Josef, l love you.

Like that Portuguese nun, even more.

Much more. Come on, ca l l me.

Ca l l me, l know, it's not easy ...

But, but ...

Ca l l me, my love, p lease?

Okay. l love you so much.

o much. Bye-bye. Bye.

Sulitzer?

Sulitzer, l need a drink

and l got to piss like a racehorse.

The doctor has gone.

l'm the nurse.

Nurse?

Am l ...

Where am l?

Did they take me somewhere?

No, we're still here. On the oil rig.

They brought you here to look after me?

F***, man. They must be really worried.

l'll get the bedpan.

Your name wouldn't be Cora,

by any chance, would it?

No.

What's your name?

Now you,re holding my dick

and l,m pissing in front of you.

We could call each other by our first names.

Maybe even ...

Start a new life together.

Get married, have kids.

Where are you from?

Are you married?

Got a boyfriend?

Girlfriend?

Are you a day person

or a night person?

Do you prefer circumcised men, or do you

think it really doesn't matter anyway?

The last drop, as my mother used to say.

You don't have to answer

about being married, that was rude.

But the one about circumcised men?

l'm not leaving here

until you give me an answer.

Lift up your arm.

l like your accent.

ls it Swedish, or Russian?

That hurt. Oh, f***.

- l'll get you a painkiller in a few hours.

Are you hungry?

Are you blond?

l bet you're a blond.

You got a blonde's voice.

Like butter, and cinnamon.

Like those Danish cookies

they sell in the round, blue, metal tins.

Here's some water.

lt's enough?

Are you sure your name's not Cora?

- l'll change your bandages tomorrow.

My body is itchy all over.

Guess that means l'm still alive.

Yippee.

Lift up your arm, again.

l'll go and fetch your supper,

and later l'll give you another painkiller.

Aren't you even gonna tell me your name?

Cora.

You can call me Cora.

And l'm a redhead.

Hi.

l've come to ...

- You like ltalian food?

l hope so, because that's what's on tonight.

Sorry, l'm Simon, the cook,

you must be Hanna,

Victor told me, how's Josef?

- He's...

Okay, Simon, Hanna, Victor, Josef.

l said four names in one sentence.

Considering his condition, he's alright.

l've come for his supper.

Yeah, gnocchi ''diavola,, and beef.

With basil leaves and pink pepper.

Where you from?

l could cook you something from your country.

lf you want.

Don't bother yourself.

- lt's no bother.

lt's what l do to stop going up the wall.

You know,

l cook something different, everyday.

l put on music

from the same place the recipe's from.

l've got to do something.

This place is a completely ...

How could l explain?

A real bore. Let's see ...

Shall l put the ice cream

on the tray, as well?

lt,s not real mascarpone, it,s Philly spread

with a dollop of fresh cream.

l think it'll be just right.

Will you come back after supper?

There's plenty of food.

lf you want l can fix up the gnocchi ...

- lt depends on how Josef feels.

Yeah, of course, of course.

Or l could bring your tray to your room.

Open.

lt's good.

What kind of pasta is it?

- l don't know. Open.

He said it was something like nokkies.

Simon's a good cook. l don't know why

he's wasting his time here for.

What's for dessert?

Don't you want some more?

There's beef, later.

ls it ice cream?

l love ice cream.

Yes. Cheese ice, he said, l think.

- Mascarpone, my favorite.

What kind of food do you like, Cora?

Open.

l like chicken.

Hallelujah, that,s the first piece of

information you,ve given me.

Aside from being a redhead,

which l don,t believe.

Go on. l'm excited now.

Chicken, what else?

Rice.

White rice, and apples.

Yeah, go on.

Nothing else.

Nothing else?

That's all you eat? Come on, now.

Don't you like chocolate?

Don,t you have a weakness

for coconut Bounty bars?

Sunflower seeds?

Honey roasted peanuts?

Hagen Dazs ginger and lychee ice cream?

Come on, Cora. What about spinach lasagna?

Come on. Lamb curry with currants and dates?

Jesus, what,s wrong with you, Cora?

What kind of rock you been hiding under?

- Want more ...

No. Just give me the f***ing painkiller.

Chicken, white rice and apples.

You didn't come for dinner, last night.

l wasn't hungry.

Simon wanted to bring you a tray,

but l told him you ...

looked like someone

who wants to be left alone.

Thanks.

lt's alright.

l like to be left alone, too.

Suppose that's why l'm here.

Like the rest.

The goose is called Lisa.

The man who died in the fire

brought her on board.

Where can l wash my clothes?

Here is the washing powder.

Yeah, and here is the softener.

Ask Simon for anything else.

How many people work here?

- Now?

Simon and Abdul,

he's in charge of the cleaning. And ...

Scott, Liam, in the engine room.

Josef, you ... and me.

The guy that plays basketball?

- Martin?

He's an oceanographer,

he's been here a couple of months, now.

Measuring the number of waves that his us,

every day.

The strength of the sea.

And is the number of waves important?

- l don't know.

l'm not quite sure who he works for,

but it matters to him, certainly.

But ...

He doesn't speak too much to us.

Another one who wants to be left alone.

There are quite a few of us.

God makes them.

Cora?

Are you a nun?

You're a nun, aren't you?

That explains everything.

You are Cora,

Little Sister of the Chicken and the Rice.

Cora, Little Sister of the Helpless.

Blessed are the chapped ...

are the bed...

What kind of redhead are you?

L'Oreal?

Henna?

For real, with red hair down below it all?

No, you,re not a nun. A nun would talk to me.

With their kind natures, and airs of being

above everything they know nothing about.

l'm in your sexy latex hands, Cora.

And ...

Your smell.

You don,t like Eau de Colognes,

you don,t use 'em.

l don't like perfumes either.

F***in' perfume. F*** perfume.

You ... You have a clean smell.

Like a ...

Like a sweet almond soap.

Maybe that's why l mistook you for a nun.

Why do you call me Cora?

- Oh ...

Oh, you don't give out a bit of information,

and ...

Not one bit, just absurd lies.

Chicken, rice, apples.

Now you want me to tell all my secrets?

No, sorry. Don't work that way.

Now, you tell me ...

some information about yourself,

and l will tell you about Cora.

l'm deaf.

l wear a hearing aid. When l don't want

to listen to something, l turn it off.

And l can hardly hear anything.

Were you born that way?

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