Mrs. Shlumsky:
Where are you off to?
Tesia Papadapacropolis:
I have to live my life, don't I?
Mrs. Shlumsky:
I suppose so.
[telephone rings]
Mrs. Shlumsky:
Papadapacropolis Funeral Home, how may I help you?
Dispatcher:
Yeah, this is the Palm Beach Medical Examiner's Office. We have a corpse that I think belongs to you.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
Yeah? Have you got the address? Good. Ship it.
Dispatcher:
Another close California family.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
She's gone.
Albert:
Yeah, I'll say. Sometimes I just can't figure Tesia out.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
What's to figure out? She's a woman in love.
Albert:
She's not. She just thinks she is.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
Suppose you told her that, did you?
Albert:
Mrs. Shtumpsky, you don't understand. Somehow Tesia got it into her head that she needs a man like Don.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
Thank you for sharing.
Albert:
I care about what happens to her. She asked my opinion and I gave it to her, that's all.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
My mother used to tell me, Vera, advice is the one piece of medicine that everyone finds hard to swallow. Better to just slide a little truth under the door and let people find it themselves.
Albert:
She sounds like a wise woman.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
She was a cyclops! Every once in a while she spat out something useful. Not that I'm bitter.
Albert:
I can see that.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
Your biggest mistake was taking the 'it's for your own good' approach. You've all but sent her running into the arms of another man.
Albert:
Another man? What are you talking about? This isn't a love triangle or something.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
Isn't it?
Albert:
Certainly not. That'd be incestuous. That'd be gross. That'd be sick. Tesia's like a sister to me , that's all.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
If Don sees her as someone else's sister, that's his edge.
Albert:
Yeah. There's gonna be an audit first thing in the morning and I told Tesia I'd take a fresh look at the figures tonight.
Mrs. Shlumsky:
Just remember while you're getting fresh with those figures, Don'll be getting fresh with hers.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:52