#pippi goes on board

[picturebookshelf]

Pippi Goes On Board

(Original Edition: 1946 -- This Edition: 1988) Story: Astrid Lindgren -- Translation: Florence Lamborn -- Art: Louis S. Glanzman

[nervousloveheart]

She's asking the big questions.

"This is why we are here," said Teacher, "to be good and kind to other people."

Pippi stood on her head on the horse's back and waved her legs in the air. "Heigh-ho," said she, "then why are the other people here?"

- Astrid Lindgren, Pippi Goes on Board

[male1971]

Pippi Longstocking (Re-edited from the Swedish/West German TV series and released in the USA in 1973) A mysterious young girl, Pippi Longstocking, moves into the abandoned Villa Villekulla. The redheaded Pippi, living alone but for a monkey called Mr. Nilsson and her horse Little Old Man, befriends two neighboring children, Tommy and Annika.

Pippi Goes On Board (Re-edited from the Swedish/West German TV series and released in the USA in 1975)

Having decided to stay on in the Villa Villekulla and not follow her father to sea, Pippi continues to run riot in her quest for fun. To the joy of her best friends Tommy and Annika, Pippi throws a bizarre birthday party, causes chaos at a carnival, builds the world's biggest snowball and celebrates Christmas her own way.

Pippi in the South Seas (USA release 1975)

When Pippi Longstocking learns South Sea pirates have kidnapped her father, she sets off on a daring rescue mission. Naturally she takes her inseparable friends Tommy and Annika along with her. Shiver me timbers!

Pippi on the Run (USA release 1977)

After being nagged by their parents for staying out late with their best friend Pippi Longstocking, Annika and Tommy decide to run away. Life can never be ordinary when you're with Pippi Longstocking, the world's strongest girl!

[ellendorit]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Set of Two Pippi Longstocking Paperback Books.

[musicerrorfics]

Hello there!

how about a shota Stiles going with Sheriff to see the doctor, and Stiles is so curious and amazed, he never saw anyone being examined like that before, his dad is naked with his pippi pointing up, and it’s bigger than the usual when they get a shower together… and the doctor have his cocklet out too, and it’s even bigger and thicker than his daddy’s. And when his daddy is on his fours just like a doggy would, and the doctor is sliding his fingers into daddy’s shit hole, Stiles is so confused…

For days and weeks even Stiles is returning to see the doctor with his daddy and it’s been always the same, some times his dad put the doctors cocklet inside his mouth, licking it like it’s was a popsicle, and it seems so tasty since his daddy is doing all those yummy sounds, even when the doctor take daddy’s head and make him slide fast on it until he is red, and it goes and goes until something creamy and white goes out of it… But once again, it looks tasty to his father… And daddy always asked Stiles to keep it a secret, he couldn’t tell his mommy or anyone, that this is normal and to e doctor is only helping him to get healthy and strong and Stiles believes him, since his father’s pippy leaks that same creamy thing that the doctor’s every time, and his father even do the same with Stiles cocklet too,…..

Until one day that looks like any other, but this time the doctor asked daddy to suck his “cock” before they start, and once his dad is again naked and on his four at the stretcher, it looks like any o their normal day, only that this time the doctor is licking his dad shit hole just like daddy do to his cocklet, ajd Stiles is intrigued, it’s dirty.. But his dad seems to love it, he keep asking the doc to “eat his pussy” amd Stiles is asking himself if his dad has a kitten… But when Mr. Doctor try to push his cocklet inside dad’s, it looks so painful, his dad’s toes are curling, his back is arching and he keeps saying things Stiles never heard before, and it must hurt, doc’s cocklet is huge, fit that thing inside his shit hole… And he is making a hurt face, begging for mercy and claiming god and Jesus… Stiles wants to help, until he hears his dad begging to not Stop, that hurts so good, that his pussy is burning so fucking good, but it seems like the doctor is punishing him, thrusting his hips so hard and rough on his daddy, the sounds, like he is farting… and when the doctor is done, after almost a hour, and he takes off his cocklet from his father, Stiles is shocked, his daddy’s hole is red, and all wet, Stiles can see inside of him, and it’s starting to leak that creamy thing… and when he gets closer to see it better his father is shaking, and using some fingers to touch down there… The next thing he know is the doctor petting his head and asking if he wanna try, his dad is not 100% on board with it, since he is like “No, he is too young” But when doc put a mini ladder so Stiles can almost reach it, the doctor keep instigating, asking if dad never thought about it and doc help Stiles to put his cocklet inside daddy, is so loose and wet, but warm too, so comfy, his dad start moaning again, he keep telling how he can barely feels anything, that his too small for it, but he don’t know how it feels so good inside, he keep encouraging him to use him, to play with it, he can’t wait for him to be older and bigger, it’s going to feel amazing… Stiles is loving to know he is making his papa feel good just like doctor was, the doctor is like “You should see your son Noah, he is going to be a fag fucker for sure, I can already tell, the little one is on his tip toes, and his is so frenetic on you, what I sight..” Stiles is feeling so weird on his cocklet, and when he starts to shake it feels like he is going to pee inside daddy, but the doctor say he can go out, and daddy is begging him to keep fucking his pussy, that he is almost cumming untouched…. Until he comes saying all those dirty and “wrong” things… The doctor keeps shoving his fingers inside his dad, telling how gape he is, and tell that a fag should clean their man after a well done work, and Sheriff is more then pleased to use his mouth to do so.

Of course that after the exam, his dad say the same, this is a secret, no one could no, even his mommy, and for now on Stiles will help the doctor to make sure Sheriff is healthy….

I know this is huge, I got too much involved and aroused by this, and as usual feel free to deny the prompt or change as much as you prefer, to add anything… I just wanted to ask if possible you could bring lots of dirty talking, on this one if possible 🤤

Thank u anyway ❤️

I really wish I could shorten this ask to keep a lot of this hidden because I really like it. I like the idea of the sheriff sneaking around with his doctor, saying he was getting a monthly physical or something like that. And having Stiles watch but not understand is really fun to think about. Thank you so much, and I'll add it to my list.

[karenlacorte]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Pippi Goes On Board by Astrid Lindgren.

[talontar]

illness, identity, beauty.

eurydice by arseny tarkovsky (1961) | mikhail nesterov 'the sick girl' (1928) | disco elysium (2019) | regarding the pain of others by susan sontag (2003) | mirror by andrei tarkovsky (1975) | pippi goes on board by astrid lindgren (1946) | caravaggio 'young sick bacchus' (1593) | cléo from 5 to 7 by agnès varda (1962) | letters to milena by franz kafka (1920).

[letarasstuff]

Hair goes nothing

(A/N): This was requested and is based on this and this post. I hope you love the pun in the title

Summary: How much does Spencer loves his daughter’s hair? Very much according to the following scenario

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, mentions of a dead loved one

Wordcount: 0.9k

✨Masterlist✨ ___________________________________

“Oh man, how am I supposed to chase an UnSub when my hair is in my mouth all the time?” Emily complains. The team is in a police station somewhere in the rural area of North Dakota, zeroing in on the man they suspect had done the crimes displayed on the bulletin boards.

Spencer looks at her confused as he fastens his kevlar vest. “Why don’t you tie them up then like you always do in the field?” The black haired woman lets out a huff. “I would, but my hair tie snapped earlier and I lost my extra one some time yesterday.”

Wordlessly Reid pulls up his sleeve, only to reveal several hair ties all in different colors. “Here, I got tons of them since (Y/N)’s hair started to grow like crazy.”

This wakes the interest of JJ. “Do you do her hair? Like, are you able to braid it or put it in a ponytail or bun? Is it long enough yet?” Spencer smiles at the thought of the long road he had to walk in order to be able to do anything better than a lopsided braid.

“Daddy, the kids made fun of me again”, the little girl pouted, sitting in the backseat in her elevated car seat. The father looked at her sadly through the rear view mirror. “What did they say, Sweetheart? Did you tell your teacher about it?”

Today was the last day of (Y/N)’s first week of preschool. “They say my hair looks funny. Daddy, does it really look funny?” Spencer parks the car in front of their apartment building and gets out to open the door on his daughter’s side.

“Baby, it doesn’t matter what the others say”, the father kneels in front of her. “Your hair, your eyes, your skin tone, your intelligence, everything about you is beautiful. Don’t let other people tell you anything different. Understood?” The girl nods, but tears build in their eyes.

With quick moves Spencer unbuckles her and lifts her out her seat, cradling her close to his chest. “Baby, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. These people don’t know anything about you. You hear me, they are not important.” But (Y/N) continues to cry.

Helplessly he rocks her and gets her backpack out to go up to their apartment. “Shh, Sweetheart, please don’t cry. Do you want me to come with you tomorrow and speak with your teacher? She can make the other kids stop.” “Is it because I don’t have a mommy?”

This makes Spencer halt unlocking the door. “What did you just say?” He asks genuinely shocked. (Y/N) never uttered any insecurities because of her missing parent before. Well, you also have to consider the fact that she is only two years old, albeit a smart two year old.

Quickly he opens the door and puts everything down in the hallway. Then the young doctor makes his way towards the kitchen and sets his daughter on the counter.

“Baby, just because your Mommy is already in heaven doesn’t mean the other kids are allowed to be mean to you”, Spencer holds eye contact with her to underline the seriousness of his statement.

“But all the mommys do the other’s hair and I got none and you can’t do my hair”, she hiccups through her tears. Spencer’s heart aches.

He puts a finger under her chin and makes her look up. “If you want me to, I can learn how to do your hair. What about a braid? Maybe in a few weeks I’m good enough to put your beautiful hair in two braids, like Pippi Longstocking?” At the end of his sentence he boops her nose and successfully gets a small laugh.

This was the beginning of several weeks consisting of many youtube videos, different hair products and several shed tears (from both sides funny enough).

“Yeah, yesterday before we were called away I finished an Elsa braid. Do you want to see it? I took a picture of it”, he answers excitedly, already pulling out his phone. The women gather around Spencer and swoon over the cute pictures of (Y/N)’s different hairstyles.

“This one is pretty cute. Can I borrow her? I can’t do the boy’s hair like that and I’m dying to comb a little girl’s hair. Maybe you can come over after this? I’m sure her hair also needs a trim.” A little wary Spencer accepts her offer.

Not even 24 hours later (Y/N) sits on a stool in JJ’s and Will’s household, the blonde behind her with a pair of scissors. “You don’t need to cut off too much, maybe just like this?” The father points at a length that seems like less than a centimeter.

“Spence, don’t worry. I only cut off as much as needed. Relax.” “That’s right, Daddy. Relax”, pipes (Y/N) up. Then slowly strand after strand JJ chops off the dead hair. Spencer spies over her shoulder whe whole time, watching her very move like a hawk.

“And we are done. You did so good, Sweetie”, she praises after the last strands have fallen down on the floor. Happily (Y/N) stands up on her stool and gives her a hug. “Thank you so much. Daddy was too nervous to do it himself. But don’t tell him, he is embarrassed about it”, she not so quietly whispers to her Aunt.

“Oh yeah, he is?” She asks with a look towards Spencer.

He only shrugs. What can he say? His daughter’s hair is too precious to be messed up.

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[yetanotherthriftblog]

So here’s today’s thrifting haul...

Jolly Cola label from Denmark, and on the other side is a ‘Dolly’ cartoon I need to translate.

White-out tape correction tool. Which is something I normally banish from around my typewriters but it’s ribbon that goes over mistakes so won’t mess up the hammers and innards.

My third 1970s View-Master. Why would I resist? Great condition.

Right-angle cord, USB-A to USB Micro. I have adaptors to make the Micro into USB-C and thus use it with my phone.

Narwhal fridge magnet.

A stack of View-Master reels and packaging: Winnie The Pooh & The Honey Tree (reel 3 of 3, clay not cartoons), Pippi Longstocking (book and reel 1 of 3, live photographs from the 1969 TV series), Casper The Friendly Ghost in ‘The Witch’s Broom’ (reel 1, cartoons), The Six Million Dollar Man (reel 2 of 3 and envelope, photos from a TV episode), Disney’s Main Street USA (empty envelope), Disney’s Tomorrowland (the stiff paper wrap for an envelope!), Disney’s Adventureland (all three reels, red-print Sawyer order sheet), and a green-print Sawyer order sheet.

A slide carousel that is nearly full of slides. I managed to pull this out of a bin 10 seconds before a crewmember came to take the bin to the backroom.

Old stapler: Markwell SX Pacemaker.

1gb SODIM memory board. Makes a great keychain or 2005 notebook computer upgrade.

A card with an easel kickstand on the back which was likely from a pharmacy and was never folded out even though there’s wear on the edges, age uncertain; produced by E.R. Squibb (founded 1858, merged with Bristol-Myers in 1989) as an advertising prop. The gilded tale is about a wise man named Hakeem that is asked by a man how to get the most value out of things, and Hakeem tells him to look for things made with the Priceless Ingredient. What might that be? Integrity.

A handful of long strands of narrow-gauge florist wire, taken from a much larger bunch, because occasionally I do need to support or repair things.

Ghost Towns of the Pacific Frontier (49 cents) by Lambert Floren, 1971. Because I want to visit some ghost towns in my own state, though I am curious whether every place listed actually is a ghost town since a few seem to be alive.

[okimargarvez]

REFRESHER COURSE

Original title: Il corso di aggiornamento.

Prompt: Penelope and Grace met during the refresh course mentioned in episode 5x14 of The Mentalist.

Warning: Crossover with The Mentalist and NCIS.

Genre: comedy, humor, family, romantic, friendship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Grace Van Pelt, Wayne Rigsby, Matt Simmons, Kimball Cho, BAU team, Patrick Jane, Teresa Lisbon, Abby Sciuto, Kevin Lynch.

Pairing: Garvez, Rigspelt, (slightly Jisbon).

Note: oneshot 35 in Garvez collection. 

Legend: 💏😘🔦🎬.

Song mentioned: Il mestiere della vita, Tiziano Ferro.

This is my first crossover. I think it’s interesting to compare Garvez and Rigspelt dinamic and devolopment.

GARVEZ STORIES

REFRESHER COURSE

 Quantico

It had been a very bad case. Not that there had ever been beautiful or bearable case, but something had made it worst and the blonde IT had remained in suspense until Emily had called to warn that everything was fine: the victim was safe and the criminal in handcuffs, all alive. No further bloodshed. But yet.

She sighs, shaking her head and whispering in a low voice alone, appearing in the bullpen just as her entire team exits the elevator. She says a general greeting and then kidnaps the other blonde woman. -JJ, I need help, it's an emergency!- from the way she blinks her eyes her friend understands that it's not too serious, so she nods and lets herself be dragged to the refreshment area, while their colleagues look at them disappearing.

-What happens, Garcia?- she leans on the cabinet. It is only ten o'clock and, leaving now, she has at least an hour to spend with Will.

-This!- she answers, showing a sheet of paper from the official appearance. The woman scrutinizes it carefully, sliding her eyes up and down those lines. Then she looks up until she meets Penelope's.

-Well, it seems like a good thing.- she can’t quite grasp what the problem is. -You have been chosen among thousands of candidates, you must be proud of this. Not that you need a piece of paper like that, to realize that you're the best technician available... but it's still a nice recognition.- of course there is something that she can’t understand.

-No! I mean, if you put it in that way it's a good thing, but... can you see me, JJ? Me, teaching someone else? No, I have the urticaria just think about it. No way.- she's really scared, she's not pretending. But yet…

-But if you act in play! How do you can declaim in front of an entire audience and let yourself put in crisis from an interview with some journalist or a class of people like you, eating out of your hand?- a moment of pause and some exchange of looks. -Yes, I know. Reid told me about it. I'm sorry I lost it, I'm sure you were great on both occasions.- she says it lightly, but thinks it seriously. The other decides to let it go.

-As I told our colleagues seven years ago, it's different. When I act, it's no longer me, so I don’t feel embarrassed. But... teach... and I will also have to keep a kind of final exam, to release the certificate of success of the course. How can I interrogate someone if I will be more anxious than them?- while talking Penelope prepares a cup of tea. Indeed, chamomile.

-I'm sure you'll make it. When they see who you are, they will all fall in love with you, like everyone in the universe. Nobody can resist your charm, baby girl.- she says with Morgan's tone, getting a giggle and a flushed face in return. -And you can always ask Spencer, he held a seminar and lived a week as a professor... certainly has some advice to give you.- here is the perfect solution. Will, I'm coming.

-You're right!- she thanks her with a hug. When she opens her eyes, she sees the wonder boy in the doorway .

-Anyone of you said my name?-

Close the door when you go out, because there is too much of you inside, then don’t turn around, wait again, you'll be surprised... how much dreams you have to catch up on... you can’t divide them in two...

 Sacramento

-Damn it. I wanted to greet her, before she left. I had also bought some flowers...- the man doesn’t realize that he is not the only one in the room. A sigh is heard from the desk next to his.

-When will you admit it?- Wayne stops staring at the bunch in front of him and turns to his colleague, who hasn’t changed the slightest expression and continues quietly to write his own report on the case solved. He shakes his head. Having the ice man as your best friend sometimes (i.e. often), is exasperating.

-Admit what?- he plays innocent, though he knows it never worked. Yet, he doesn’t stop trying, from eternal positive what has always been. But neither does the other seem to want to give up.

-You're still in love with Grace.- though he was expecting it, he can’t help but be surprised. He opens his mouth to say something, then closes it, thinking about it, then opens it a second time, trying not to notice that hint of irony, almost invisible for those who don’t know him personally, on his friend's face.

-I'm not in love with Grace. I have a son with another woman, a lot of time has passed, we're just friends.- two truths out of four, it's a good average. For about half a minute, the Asian man simply stares at him, then decides that it is worth trying to voice out what he is thinking.

-Sure. Are you trying to convince yourself or me? In any case you are doing a bad job.- the most irritating and destabilizing thing at the same time, is given by his tone, practically flat, devoid of emotions and for this even more ironic and sharp.

-Thank you, Cho. You're a friend.- Wayne rolls his eyes, standing up and taking his things. He turns to the other man, still busy writing something on a piece of paper. Sometimes he has doubted that his friend was actually a robot; it would explain many things, like this.

-You’re welcome.- he answers him without taking his eyes off the desk.

 Los Angeles

She is agitated as she walks, dragging her suitcase along an avenue of the city of the angels. It is certainly not the first time that she participates in a seminar like that, but she had always found herself sitting quietly in the middle of a group of nerds like her, not on the other side, up, on that damn desk, perfectly visible to everyone. Why the hell had they proposed her? There really has no one more suitable?

She stops at the reception to get the card of her room, then she goes to the elevator. As soon as the doors open, she seems to be dreaming. On board there is a thin, tall woman, dressed in a white shirt and a red Scottish miniskirt, her hair gathered in two tails like Pippi Longstocking, next to a pink suitcase with a skull painted on it. -Abby?- she asks, uncertain whether to believe her eyes. The other woman also looks at her in the same way.

-Garcie!- as soon as she gets in and the doors close, two women and two pink suitcases to carry, the brunette drags her in a crushing hug. -I was hoping to see you. How are you? You have made progress with...- Penelope stops her instantly before she can say that name. At least for the time she will spend in this city she wants to pretend that he doesn’t exist and that she doesn’t have a crush (euphemism to say she is in love, with no hope of recovery) on one of her colleagues.

-And you with McGee? Are you two back together?- it takes little to silence her. Not even Abby seems willing to talk about her sentimental situation. They exchange a knowing smile, while the numbers scroll in the displays next to them.

If you want to come back ok, come back really, because if you come back I'll come back as I was... no, it's not life to take off our wings, entrusted to the care of the memories of who you love and you... let it be... the craft of life and you... let it go...

 Quantico

-Guys, we have a case. For this week Garcia will be no here, she is busy with the refresher course. Kevin Lynch will replace her. Kevin, you can start.- Emily sits down in her seat, while someone, to be exact, a man with Latin traits and dark hair, stares at the stranger as if he were an alien or a monster. A refresher course, Garcia? He struggles to concentrate on the case.

-Thank you, Prentiss. Yesterday evening, in Kingman, Arizona, they shot two different men at an hour's distance from each other. The same thing happened last week, at the same time, but in a nearby town, Yuma. Both are close to the Californian border. This is why the police asked for help from the FBI.- the bespectacled man explains with great detail and the correct images appear behind him. When the screen lights up with images of the autopsy, Lynch turns quietly to add some detail and the Latin can’t help but compare it to Garcia. She would never have done it. She usually had looked at those things only once, preparing the presentation of the case, and then she has simply told them in words, not concealing the disgust and contempt she had felt.

-Which are other common characteristics among the victims?- the oldest takes the floor, leafing through his dossier, strictly paper, as well as that of the youngest member of the team.

-They were all just got out of a bad divorce, finished in court. Jefferson had a son, Dewey two little girls and the others none.- instead of the computer technician the boss answers, just as she usually does.

-Thompson was a lawyer, Dewey a librarian, Welles a janitor and Jefferson was unemployed.- comments the only blonde that it's here, which has certainly noticed the loss gaze of his colleague, the way he looks at Lynch and his being taciturn. Perhaps this refresher course will not only reinforce Penelope's confidence in herself.

-What can you tell me about wives, Kevin?- again Prentiss asks. From the way she talks to him, it is clear that she has known him for some time.

-Welles wife died last month. The others all enjoy excellent health. Two housewives and a fashion consultant.- the man answers promptly, with his voice that the Latin agent finds, without knowing the reason, extremely annoying. Perhaps it is simply too different from that of Garcia to whom he is so used (and fond).

-Advise Kingman's police to call them, so we'll talk to them,after we'll land.- Emily sends her tablet to stand-by and pushes the chair away from the table.

-It will be done.- Kevin turns off the screen and starts to settle to be able to transfer into the bat-cave. The others imitate the chief.

-Perfect. Wheel’s up in twenty minutes. As soon as the sentence is pronounced, everyone gets up and heads to their desks, a bag ready that awaits everyone. The man with oriental features looks at his friend for a while and then shakes his head.

-Alvez, you're thoughtful. You have trouble with the mysterious girl?- he teases him. He even doubted the existence of this phantom lady. Not because Luke can’t have a girlfriend, in fact, he is quite objective to recognize that he is a handsome man, by female standards and not only... his wife even confirmed it. Fortunately, he is not a jealous type.

-Who? Uh, you mean Lisa.- for a moment he even forget that name. -No, that is... it didn’t really work, but I wasn’t thinking of her.- he is stuttering, scratching his head and he tries three times before successfully succeeding in closing the shoulder bag that always accompanies him in every mission.

-Oh, understood.- a pause before he reaches him. -Maybe are you thinking of a certain blonde with glasses?- he lowers his voice, because he loves him, but the other blushes instantly as soon as he feels the description of their computer technician whose absence today doesn’t it had certainly gone unnoticed.

-What?- despite his body has unmasked him, he still try to play innocent, he doesn’t even know why, to protect a residue of pride? -No!- the first phase is denial. But it doesn’t last long. -Ok, yes, I was thinking of Garcia.- then there is admission, but it is always a partial acceptance of the gravity of the situation. -Well, it's just...- he tries to get away the embarrassment. -... it is strange to think that when the screen will light up, we will not hear her voice and we will not see her and her colorful clothes...- maybe this last part he should have kept it for himself, if he really wanted to convince his friend and colleague that there wasn’t nothing weird in thinking of Penelope. -Don’t look at me in that way. It's all here.- he also raises his hands in surrender.

-Sure, Luke. If you can believe it...- Matt chuckles, shaking his head. The last sentence in a low voice.

-What do you mean?- they begin to walk to get to the jet.

- Nothing, friend, let's focus on the case.-

And I will flee from these looks because they don’t perceive, the pains that I have kept silent, and that bury me, you go and find smile again, I wait for you here anyway...

 Sacramento

-I was lucky I worn the bulletproof vest.- the two men walk side by side outside a building with a familiar façade. A hospital. Many ambulances, with their flashing lights, run behind them.

-Yes, Grace wouldn’t have forgiven me if you  had died while she was absent.- that of the eastern lines pushes a button that automatically opens all the doors of the car, including the trunk, then turns to help the friend to get on board. In fact, he has a bandage on the arm that prevents it from moving comfortably. Just a precaution, the nurse told him.

-Why do we always have to talk about Grace?- he still try to protest, but as soon as he raises his tone of voice, all the ribs, hit by the force of the bullet's impact, start to pain. -Whatever, you're right.- as always, at the end he yields. -In fact, if I decided to put the bulletproof vest is just because of her. Remember that time we went knocking on all those doors, in that bad place, and a guy fired at her? I hadn’t worn it, but she, thank God, yes. She only cracked a few ribs, but she would have died if she hadn’t worn it. She has always been the most responsible among us. Here is the usual interminable monologue on his fixed object. Meanwhile, the Asian put himself in the driver's seat, slammed the door and inserted the key to start the engine.

-Yeah. Did you text her?- he puts it in gear, crushing the clutch, accelerating.

-What? And why should I?- he sees the friend's gaze through the rearview mirror. It speaks a lot more than all those phrases that he uses to try to deny the obvious, what everyone knows, except (perhaps) the other person concerned.

-Because you're in love with her and today you got shot because you weren’t concentrated enough.- it is not from him saying a whole long sentence. For the friend, who has known him for a long time, it is a sign that he is really worried about him. He swallows. -I don’t want to tell her that you're dead because you're a coward and you'd rather face bullets than tell her you still love her.- even worse. The situation is very serious.

-I am not a coward.- he denies, in doubt, always deny.

-You are. You aren’t able to tell her that you're still in love with her.- and damn it, why he doesn’t have a normal best friend, able to express his reproaches by changing his expression, why does his face have to be like the stone face of Buster Keaton?

-I don’t...- this time he doesn’t even let him end.

-You never stopped.- seraphic, impassive. And terribly on the side of reason.

-I have to go to Ben. Say hello to your imaginary girlfriend and tell her that she's really lucky, to be with someone who understands human feelings like you.-

 Los Angeles

She expected something great, but not so much. She feels like a child in a candy store. There are too many things that attract her attention and not enough time to deepen. The first day of the course ended and her response is definitely positive. Above all, the two hours of profiling have passed in a flash. The woman who is teaching it is definitely out of the ordinary, but she already knew her. She's a myth, among computer science lovers like her. Grace raises her head and here... she finds that woman in front of her, in the queue in the dining room.

The blonde looks around, for who knows why, and immediately notices her. -Hey, you're Grace Van Pelt, the Agent from Sacramento! CBI, right?- the red-haired woman stays for a moment shocked. How does the BAU oracle know her name and where does she work? Well, it's a stupid question, in fact, but the meaning wasn't how the hell could she find out, but why she knew it. She didn’t believe she was so famous or important.

-Yes, right.- she blushes, like a little girl waiting for her favorite singer to sign her an anonymous and photocopied dedication. -I'm flattered that Penelope Garcia knows who I am.- she tries to behave like a mature, adult person. Everything is facilitated by the attitude of Penelope, who behaves like a human being and not like the star of her posters. First of all, she smiles at her, and that smile would dazzle anyone.

-Don’t belittle you, girl.- she takes another step towards the buffet. -You are very good, and I don’t tell it to everyone, even though I may seem very sweet, and I am, but...- she brushes her arm in a friendly and comforting gesture. Then a confused expression appears on her face. -...what was I saying? Oh yes. You're very good, I saw it from how you responded to the first test... or maybe I'm becoming a profiler, by dint of being surrounded of them...- she bursts out laughing and even her laugh is contagious. Yes, Garcia is definitely her favorite teacher of this course.

-Thank you, really.- more and closer to the goal. -You don’t know how this makes me happy.- then she realizes that she used a tone too informal and unsuitable for an exchange of opinions between a teacher and a student. -Sorry, I don’t want to seem…- now the damage is done.

Fortunately, Penelope seems to think otherwise. -Hey, even if I’m bigger than you, I like to feel young inside.- she winks at her. -And I'm not comfortable with all those formalisms. In fact, I think I was the first case in which the person really anxious was behind and not in front of the chair.- she confides, showing insecurities that make her even more nice. -I don’t think I'm very good at teaching. It was my first time.- she shrugs and watches the person before her fill a plate of potatoes with rosemary.

-No no, you did great!- Grace feels the need to reassure her. -All the class adores you. And then, let's face it, you're a legend in our field. I know people who have decided to devote themselves to computer science to follow in your footsteps.- and it is not a lie to make her feel better, but the pure truth. Penelope understands it both by the way in which she has talked, and by the fact that while she speaks, she looks straight into her eyes. Hell, maybe I'm really frequenting profilers for too long.

-Oh, you flatter me too much. But why are not you with others? I saw on the group's chat that they had organized an evening in a club below the hotel.- of course she didn’t even think of going there; it's okay to be informal, and wanting to feel as she would twenty years old, but actually, among so many young people, even younger than Van Pelt... no. And then, she never liked being in the crowd.

-I didn’t go, I prefer to stay here.- apparently she is not the only one. Finally, it's Penelope's turn. Grace watches her take only vegetables and nothing meat or fish. So, she's really vegetarian and animalist, it wasn’t an urban legend. She wonders if the voice of how she was assumed by the FBI is true. But then she comes back to earth. -I need some time to think...- she reveals, then sees the blonde get away while giving her the place. -No, don’t go away, Penelope.- without realizing she calls her by name, and seems to be the best choice.

The blonde automatically turns into a protective mother. It changes her whole attitude: the position of the shoulders, the half-closed eyes, wrinkles of worry on her forehead. -What's going on?- and that tone. But then she hurries to correct herself. -Sorry, I'm a nosey, I can’t help it. You don’t have to talk about it with me, but I seem to recognize the symptoms of sadness...- Garcia is talkative and tends to get lost, saying more than she intended to reveal. One more thing that makes them similar. -Men?- Grace nods as they walk away, looking for a table to sit down.

-You know, you really became a profiler.- she lets herself go to a sad smile. -Yes, it's for a man... he's a colleague. I fell in love with him as soon as I met him, during my first year at the CBI, but since I was educated in a certain way, I put the job first and I suffered a lot.- she starts talking, the words flow freely on her tongue. It is clear that this, talking about the whole thing, was something that she had needed for a long time. And Penelope seems to be the right person, willing to listen without judging her and perhaps even able to help her. -Here...- she struggles to pronounce his name -Wayne, is so sweet, and clumsy, but he knows how to say things that make your legs tremble. He is also naive, unable to do harm. He courted me lightly and then more and more explicitly and I tried to reject him at the beginning, because we are colleagues and you know that you can’t...- she looks dreamy as she describes these moments and certainly the profiler by association notices it.

-Yes, stupid rule not to fraternize. We removed it, fortunately.- but this is not the reason why the blonde is perfectly able to understand the problems of the youngest, unfortunately. If it was just for that!

-I rejected him for a while, but in the end, I gave up. We were together secretly, and it was... very nice. From all points of view, but I... I was too young, and I don’t think I was ready for a real story. So I brok up with him.- here is the epilogue that no one wanted to hear.

-For all the gigabyte of the world, that’s a story. I seemed to be immersed in one of the novels that I reading while I wait for the team to call me and inform me that they had taken the unsub.- they have practically not touched food, so much are taken from the only argument able to make female solidarity bloom one thousandth of a second. Speaking (bad) about men.

-Yes, sometimes even to me it seems to live in a book or in a movie, but it is much less epic.- bitter truth. -And anyway... I'm not a profiler, and I wouldn’t want to meddle, but...- but already she's doing it, because she's no less curious than the other -also you seem to have those symptoms. Affairs of the heart? You too with a colleague?- target centered in full. Penelope looks down, seems to try to find a reason why she shouldn’t discuss it, but it's obvious that she really can’t wait. She had promised herself that he wouldn’t have existed in this sort of vacation in Los Angeles.

-Yes, I haven't talked to any of my best friends, not even with Morgan- Grace's face lights up hearing her say that name, in a different way, pure malice. -yes, I'm talking about the legendary Derek Morgan, I imagine that rumors about our alleged history have come up to Sacramento...- both the mouth and the eyes of the redhead laugh - here, I knew - she strives to return to the main topic. -Anyway, it's his fault, if I'm in this situation, but he's not the man who plays the main role in this novel.- but how does she talk? Why she can't talk as mere mortals? -No, the man in question is called...- she must sigh, swallow, sighs again to be able to do it. -Luke, and I struggle even to say his name aloud.- to give an idea of ​​how messed she is. -He took at Derek's place and I was determined to hate anyone who would have occupied that role... but...- she takes the phone out of the bag, goes into the gallery and finds that picture they had made together, when she had lost a bet from O'Keef. Losing had never been so beautiful. She shows it to her. -Tell me, how can you hate someone like him?- Grace peers at him carefully, far and wide, not just his face. How to blame her? It is not even the case to be jealous.

-Wow.- sincere reaction. -Yes, it's a bit difficult.- she laughs, then goes back to serious, grabs the wallet and pulls out a crumpled photo. -This is Wayne instead. It's her entire team, but they are the only ones that are really close. She points it out to her friend.

-Cute!- Penelope says. He seems as Sam. -He has it, the puppy' face.- yes, he looks like a good boy, of those who give flowers, of open doors, of those who dedicate poems and serenades. Of those that there are rare. Those like...

-Yeah, it's those damn big eyes.- Grace struggles to stop staring at him. -Anyway, talk, I'm so curios.- and it's true. Curiosity is one of her vices, very important and useful even in her work, but sometimes puts her in danger... but she has always able to keep it at bay. For once that she doesn't have to do it, she wants to take advantage of it. She puts herself in the listening position.

-Well, it's nothing like your story.- Penelope says. -In any case...- but she gives up soon. -He is not only so damn fascinating physically... unfortunately he is also kind, of those old-fashioned, likeable, witty... and since the first meetings he has adored tormenting me as much as I did. He asked me a lot of questions, personal, and I know he probably did it to everyone, it was just to get know... but... a part of me is not convinced. It wants to believe that it was different. It's pathetic.- yes, when she tries to describe their situation verbally, she realizes how stupid she looks, a little girl who lives with her head in the clouds. Which wanted to see education as other interests.

-No!- her friend protests, because by now she can be defined as such. -It's sweet, and it's simply...- she opening her eyes wide, with that serious expression, and manages to silence her.

-Please, don’t saying it.- as long as she can pretend to believe that it’s just a crush, then she can also live in a civilized way and maybe get out. But if by mistake she would even think about that word that begins with... -I was saying... for a while, like you, I managed to keep him away, a bit too much hard. I began to call him Newbie.- Grace can’t help but imagine the scene. Because that Luke didn’t look like Newbie, from any point of view. -Other problem insurmountable: I’m a vegetarian and animalist and he...- with a few clicks she reopens the photo gallery until she finds the image she seeks -he has this love on his side.- she also had other pic, indeed, the full phone, of Roxy's photo, as many as Sergio's, but, coincidentally, she went to choose right this one.

-But how nice it's!- she refers to the dog. But then the expression of the red girl changes. -Wait...- here, she has noticed. -...his arm is around your shoulders.- she says it accusingly, as if to say "you lied to me when you said nothing had happened between you two". Because that is a very significant contact, from Grace's point of view. Not all the arms around the shoulders between a man and a woman have that sense there, it depends on some details, like the position, like if someone smiles, even with the eyes, even if the rest of the body is in contact. And here are all those signals.

-Yes, I know.- Penelope throws herself into her defense. -Roxy, this is the name of the dog, loves to go for long walks and I don’t know how Luke managed to convince me every now and then to go with them.- this time it is hard to say his name. -I did it only for Roxy, let me be clear...- she puts her hands forward, as if she were swearing to tell the truth, nothing but the truth in court. -That day I had exaggerated and I was about to have a heart attack, so I allowed him to help me. And he took this picture and sent it to me the next day, in the middle of the night, while they were out on a case, along with the text... wait, I'll show you.- it doesn’t take long. She has kept all of his significant text messages. -Don’t dream of me tonight.- she reads, trying to imitate the deep tone of the man.

-Oh. Oh oh oh.- Grace only exclaims conspiratorially.

-Exactly, I couldn’t have said it better.- Penelope looks at her own plate and then at her friend's. It seems that neither of them was very hungry. -They are all slight provocations like these. We haven’t passed that threshold, you are at least lucky, you already know how it feels to stay with him, kiss him... I can’t even imagine, let's say I don’t even allow myself.- except than at night. When the sun went down and she was immersed in her own blankets, her head was doing what was to want, and here she fell into a thousand dreams that would never have become reality and left her the morning after bitter taste and a sense of loss of something that she would never had. -In the end, it's nothing like that, some look, some little jokes or text like this... an anti-stress kitten...- how can she not mention it? It had been one of the most epic moments between them, the one she really believed he was going to ask her out. Idiot.

-Anti-stress kitten?- Grace can’t understand.

-Yes, after having caught me crying because one of our colleague was unjustly in prison...- it is difficult to follow her. -... too long to explain...- she shrugs. -...he came back from the case with an anti-stress kitten, you know, one of those puppets that you squeeze and it sounds... and he added "for your future stressful days".- she imitates his voice again. -And he also said...- the moment of truth.

-What?- the friend hangs from her lips.

-If I’d ever do become the someone you want to go to when you are crying... I'm here.- she learned it by heart. She had repeated it in her head at least a billion times. She analyzed it, studied it, even put it on google to see if it appeared in the database of some film, TV series, book, scripture... it seemed too perfect, to be true. Too epic. But she never had the courage to tell her friends and colleagues at BAU, or Derek, for fear they would demolish her house of cards.

-Oh, damnit, Penelope, is the most beautiful and romantic declaration of love I've ever heard in my life!- exactly what she always hoped to hear, then, why doesn’t she want to allow herself to believe it? The blonde shakes her head.

-But it's not a declaration of love! He just acted like a kind colleague...- she is immediately interrupted by Grace.

-No. I don’t know him and I know you only of fame, but... from the little that you told me and looking at that picture... if his eyes shine at least half of there, when he looks at you, well, I'm absolutely sure he's overcooked.- she doesn’t know how she should say to be able to convince her. -He's happy, you see, I can’t explain it, but you understand, he is trying to look at you without being noticed, doesn’t staring directly in the lenses, the corners of his mouth are bent up...- all things that she had already noticed, and she said to herself that it was just in her head.

-It's okay, enough, for I'm giving up tonight.- she gets up. -Also because in a few hours we will have to wake up and I still have to prepare the last slides for tomorrow's lesson.- She seems not so happy.

Grace gets up in turn, looking at the watch that Wayne gave her... -Yes, you are right. It is very late. So good night, prof.- she watches her disappear on her pink heels.

-Night, Grace.-

 On a jet, headed to Quantico

The screen turns on suddenly, interrupting quiet conversations and waking up someone. -Kevin, we're coming back.- Emily already knows exactly what that means. In fact, shortly after, the jet carries out a maneuver that clarifies any doubt. There is another case. Mark will be so happy.

-Chief, a request has just been sent from a small town near Birmingham, Alabama. Child Abduction.- all react badly to the announcement. Who has children, big or small they are, but also those who aren’t even busy. Those are the worst cases, even if there is always the hope of bringing back the baby alive to the parents. But it diminishes every minute that passes.

-Great.- ironically comments the brunette woman. -Hey, guys, I'm sorry, but we won’t go back home yet.- they had already guessed, but in this way even the youngest of the team, who has just woken up, has a way of assimilating the news. Many shake their heads as they wait for Kevin to explain the details of the case.

-Damn it.- the Latin exclaims, according to him in a voice low enough not to be heard. He still turn the phone screen on and off, which remains the same, except for the number of minutes that increases. He looks like he's waiting for something, like when they were stationed in New York and he was smitten by Lisa. It seems like a century has passed.

-Hey, I'm the one who had written to his wife that I will not be home tonight. Roxy will forgive you.- he puts an arm on his shoulder, but the friend stays with his eyes down and a sad expression and his lips are bend down. -Luke? I was joking.- but it is not for him that he reacted like that, and he knows it well.

-I know, Matt.- he replies, after a moment's pause.

-Are you still thinking of Garcia?- is the obvious conclusion, even if the right question would be: was there a moment since we left for Los Angeles that you didn’t think about her? The answer would be equally obvious.

-Stop it!- hearing him say that name he seems to recover and beckons him to keep quiet. - No, ok. I wondered... why she needs to do a refresher course?- Matt almost laughs in his face.

-But you know that she is the one who teach at the course, she doesn’t have to attend it! - he explains, trying to keep a low tone. JJ is already looking at them.

-Ah, now it makes more sense.- Luke shakes his head. Nothing surprising. He runs a hand through his hair, looks out the window, seems to be seized by another thought and blushes.

-No shame, Alvez. Love fogs even the best brains. And I will not tell the others.-

If you want to come back ok, come back really, because if you come back I'll come back as I was... no, it's not life to take off our wings, entrusted to the care of the memories of who you love and you...

 Sacramento

-Wayne, are not you hungry?- the woman with short hair, brunette, observes her colleague, known to eat even during stakeout (it should be said: especially during stakeout), with the same piece of pizza, now cold in his hand, and the same distant expression. Suddenly he perks up and looks at the dish, showing little interest. The situation is serious.

-I don’t know, boss, not much.- he confesses, slightly raising his shoulders.

-This is so weird, it is the first time you don't want to eat the pizza of the end of the case.- the brunette says, reflecting on the possible causes. It’s happened something to Ben? But in this case, he would talk to them. Rigsby is not one that keeps secrets.

-There's nothing weird, Lisbon. He misses Grace.- a blond man, his hair curly like those of the statue of Apollo, says, as an irrefutable truth, after having gently wiped his mouth with a tissue.

-Jane!- Teresa shouts, more than anything else annoyed for not having understood first. After all, though, she had been the last to realize that something had happened between Grace and Rigsby. That he had an interest in the newcomer, the beautiful redhead, was immediately clear to her "colleague", to the man who read in people's minds. In general, she had never been very skilled at understanding sentimental matters, despite her intelligence and intuition. This, according to Jane, made her cold and distant and was the fault of her Catholic upbringing.

-See, Jane also said.- Cho certainly doesn’t miss the opportunity. On his face, however, not even the shadow of a smile.

-Well, it's not true, this time you're wrong...- Wayne tries to protest, first look at the friend, then the blond, addressing him. He still mad at him for cheating him with the trick of the coin. How to always get head? Simple, using a trick, a coin with two heads, one per face.

-No, I'm not wrong. I never fail.- his usual self-assurance. Too bad he's right. In fact, after less than a minute, Wayne yields.

-Actually also pizza tastes different without her...-

Let it be... the craft of life and you... let it go... let it be the craft of peace... you let it go...

 Los Angeles

Two more days have passed, and Penelope has been very busy with the preparation of the topics to be addressed. She spent many hours in the company of the other "teachers", some very nice, others... better saying nothing. Last night she didn’t meet Grace, because she had dinner in the room, if what she ate can be considered a dinner. Tonight, as soon as she sets foot in the mess hall, she sees a red head sitting at a table alone and goes towards her. -How are you? Always full of thoughts?- the woman raises her head and nods, seems worried and sad.

-Yes, my boss wrote to tell me that everything is going well.- it is clear that it doesn’t end here. Penelope sits down, taking no tray.

-And is not it good news?- she asks, pressing her. Grace nods and then shakes her head.

-Yes, it's just that... today is the anniversary of...- she tries, for the third time, to compose a decent sentence. Even if there are no words able to express what she feels today. -I should have gotten married, today, a year ago.- bam, bomb fired without warning, hits the target in full. Penelope opens her mouth, naturally surprised, but doesn’t know that this is just the tip of the iceberg.

-Damn it, had you two arrived until almost the wedding?- she can easily imagine her with a wedding dress, white, classic, very few frills, and even the man who she has never even seen before. What she can’t conceive is what could have gone wrong, because these two are destined to be together.

-No, not with Wayne.- Grace had never thought that someone could have believed that... -See, after leaving him, I met another, an FBI agent, for the case of Red John.- she tries to explain, but when she says that name, Garcia lights up.

-Oh, I know that case.- the light in her eyes only lasts a second, because it is certainly not a good story, one that is linked to that serial killer. His signature, then, a smiley face made with the blood of the victim, made he even more disturbing.

-Yeah. We got engaged and I loved him, I thought he loved me too, maybe that's the way it was, but... he was corrupt.- she feels the rage of feeling betrayed by a person in whom she had so much confidence. -He worked for Red John. He wanted to kill the former head of my boss and he almost succeeded... but before he killed me and Lisbon, who is my boss, I... I killed him.- a mess, she got messed up, not even when she did final examination at the academy was gone so bad. But Penelope still understood what she has tried to say. -He ripped off the necklace he gave me.- why did she add this unimportant detail? Perhaps because it's important for her.

-Oh.- the blonde doesn’t know what to say.

-Yeah.- Grace shrugs. Her friend is puzzled to find a way to divert her attention from that painful fact of her past, which she hasn’t yet clearly overcome. Already on the first evening, when they were confronted about their disastrous sentimental situation, it seemed that there was a race going on. Here, she found the solution!

-I can’t really compete.- she exclaims, trying to play down. -A man shot me during an appointment, and he almost killed me, but I had just met him and he believed that I was going to frame him...- she believed that she would make it seem ironic and detached, as if she couldn’t care more about less. Instead, she probably will never get over it.

-A man almost killed you during a date?!- on the other hand she seems to have achieved her purpose, because Grace is shocked by her revelation, fired like that, without any warning, and said as if she was describing her favorite taste of tea.

-Yes, he was called Jason Clark Battle and rests blissfully underground for ten years.- another random detail. Bitterness, a feeling that she had never even seen in the blonde. -But I didn’t kill him, my best friend did it.- she is keen to point this out.

-Well, better that way.- at least Penelope didn’t have the problem of living with that nightmare when the gun got stuck and she couldn’t hit him. -I would prefer not to win this competition.- Grace says, sighing.

-I know, my friend.- Penelope takes her hand. -Forget about it. Now go to your room and dream Wayne, which I think is definitely a better thought.- she winks, before standing up. Since she's in Los Angeles, she seems to have unconsciously begun a diet. It is the second evening that she doesn’t eat anything. -Tomorrow you will tell me why you two didn’t come back together after the treacherous fucker got out of the way.- the young woman seems to appreciate her choice of words and smiles at her.

-Good, Penelope.- she swallows. -Craig. It was called Craig, the treacherous fucker.-

Love, I oppose myself and to this pain I answer, I change again, I make war, I lay down lying on the ground, the distracted people don’t know that love has taken away time from you, your unmade heart knows that the only cure is time...

 Quantico

The friend stills to stare at him, so he finally gives up and asks him: -What's there?- but he already knows. They were able to find the child, alive, with his baggage of traumas, but psychologists, at times, can work miracles. Of course, it doesn’t concern the case.

-Nothing, you're weird.- Matt looks at the Latin playing with the straw inside the glass. It is not even a drink that he would ordinarily order. He is a beer type. It seems almost a tribute to a person who is not there, yet continues to be so present.

-Me?- he looks up to meet the eyes equally dark of the Asian. -It doesn’t seem to me.- sad tone, again the head down, pensive and melancholy. It seems almost an impressionist painting.

-Usually you always smile and participate in jokes, but tonight you're locked in your world and you do nothing but stare at that empty chair.- the voice gradually penetrates Luke's mind, forcing him to recover. He looks in the direction of the stool indicated by his friend, he imagines a pair of shapely legs on it, swinging at its own pace, feet with dizzying heels, which hypnotize him with their sway.

-Fuck.- he exclaims, caught by a sudden shiver. -It’s so evident?- hoping not to seem blasphemous, he prays all the saints that it is not so.

-A little.- Matt tells him, giggling when he sees a worried expression appear on the Latin face. -But the others are too busy with the poker match.- then he hurry to clarify. A sigh of relief.

-Good.- and then a long pause. Another circle in a glass containing a strange colored liquid, just touched.

-Are you missing her, Luke?- he expects him to deny, to try to change the subject or simply to ignore it. Instead it seems that man has reached the breaking point.

-Yes, fuck.- another dirty word. -Yup. I feel stupid, but I miss her, it's useless to pretend otherwise. Solving a case is not the same thing, without her and not even celebrating the success of one. Without her jokes it's all so... boring...- hard to blame him. As he talks his dark eyes flicker from one point to another, engaged in the vision of something that is not really there, as when watching a tennis match. -I’m so idiot.- he says. Matt understands that it's the right moment to push on the accelerator.

-No, I told you, it's the fault of love.- Luke's eyes widen when he hears that word, but he insists. -You're in love, Alvez, it's not a bad thing.- it depends on the point of view. It's easy to talk about it when you've been married for years with a wonderful woman and you've got four (four!) children. -When you think to tell her?- first surprise, dismay and then a nervous giggle.

-Uh? Actually... never.- and the bad thing is that he's not lying. -I didn’t even want to say it to myself.- Luke pushes the glass away from him, perhaps determined to give up.

-As you like, man, but remember that she will not wait for you forever.- it's the case that someone tells him. -Maybe she could also meet a male version of Lisa, right now. Have you thought about it?- of course, that he had thought about it, every holy day. A nerd not too ugly that would have courted her with poems full of alphanumeric terms and incomprehensible stripes. And after marriage, a common profile on Facebook.

-Simmons, I would have preferred if you also were a poker lover.-

 Sacramento

-Do you really think that Rigsby is still in love with Van Pelt?- two days have passed, and yet, between one case and another, between a piece of paper and another, they are still there talking about it. In part it is pure, damn, curiosity. But above all, is that she can’t stand that smug smile. She can’t stand it because it doesn’t belong to her.

-Oh, Lisbon, you offend me.- the usual arrogant. He is sipping his cup of tea, with a chipped edge. -I don’t think so.- theater break. -I know.- she doesn’t even know if she would like more to silence him by throwing her arms around his neck, strangling him or... ending up doing something else. Better not wonder it.

-Bet you five bucks that he will never admit it.- a banknote appears on the table.

-Cho!- Teresa pretends scandalized.

-Sorry, boss.- impassive, not even the shadow of repentance.

-Don’t apologize.- as always, overrides it. -Anyway, I double down. Ten  dollars he will confess everything directly to her, before she sets foot here in Sacramento.- another ticket. Both men love betting, but one of them always wins, so she just can’t figure out why Cho continues to insist.

-Jane!- she glares at him reproachfully. He answers her with a smile that would send anyone to the hell. She struggles to look angry.

-It doesn’t work with me, I'm sorry.- he approaches her slightly. -How much do you want to bet?- he asks her shamelessly.

-I don’t... and that's okay. Fifteen on Jane. I'm sorry, Kimball. But Jane is always right.-there is no time to protest, because the only one who is missing, makes his entrance. In a moment the banknotes are gone, all in Patrick's sleeve, and everyone pretends to be intent on doing anything but not talking about him.

-Hey, what kind of bet is it?- but Wayne must have heard at least the last part. Lisbon decides to intervene, taking advantage of her position, for once.

- Nothing, Rigsby. Nothing that could interest you.-

 Los Angeles

-Well, I'm ready.- this time they aren’t in the cafeteria. After having dinner outside, they locked themselves in the blonde's room, to have every comfort and not have to speak softly, thus avoiding letting the universe know their personal facts. Penelope settles herself better on the bed. -Why did not you and Wayne get back together?- the million-dollar question. Grace sighs, crossing her legs. She seems to have again ten years. At that time when she was supposed to be in a slumber party, like any girl.

-Because I wasn’t the only one who went ahead. He, too, had knew another girl...- here is the most obvious answer. Penelope can’t help but take both her hands. A strong bond has been created between them, and she hopes that it will continue later, when each will be back in her respective world. This looks like a sort of parentheses from real life, a break. She has always made the mistake of giving all of herself even to strangers, of loving without precautions, and often, what she has earned, it was discover with pain how for the other person was only one moment, and nothing more. She hopes that with Grace it will be different.

-Damn it, don’t tell me.- she shakes her head. -Luke is the opposite of a player and I've never seen him interact with women who didn’t concern work...- the youngest doesn’t understand where she wants to go. -Until a week ago. Her name is Lisa, she's a doctor, she seems nice and she's beautiful.- game over. -I saw them together, because the man turned off his cell phone during dinner and so I had to track him down because there was a damned case...- the redhead leaves her hands to bring them to her own face.

-Oh, did you see them together?- Penelope nods. -Bad.- the race, however, is still very open. -But also mine, which is called Sara, is not bad, unfortunately. She's so pretty, she's just one of those nice people you can’t hate- like you, she'd like to add, but she fears that she might be offended by the comparison -is she much shorter than me- what need she had to say it? -but she is not bad, is a lawyer and that's how we met her...- for work. Instead, Luke had met Lisa because of Phil. That traitor!

-Give me your hand, sister.- she does it theatrically. -We are sisters in pain.- they laugh like two teenagers, then Grace returns serious.

-Anyway, it didn’t seem like an important thing at first. I also asked him if he loved her and he told me he wanted to go slow.- Penelope comments widening her eyes. -Even when we weren’t together, Wayne has always been my best friend. But then, Sara got pregnant...- bang. A sudden shot. She seems to enjoys shocking her in this way.

-WHAT?- Garcia can’t stop herself from shouting. Perhaps also who is to the attic have heard them.

-Yes.- Grace pulls out her mobile from the bag and looks for a picture that he has sent her. -Look. Ben is a love. He took his father's eyes.- she can’t avoid using that sweet tone, she doesn’t even think about it, it's spontaneous.

-Yes, he's beautiful.- which child is not so? Penelope hurries to show her baby gallery. -These are my godchildren.- first the sons of JJ, then Hank, and finally Jack. A moment of nostalgia.

-Oh, how sweet!- the youngest feels a twinge in the stomach. She drives that question away again. Will she ever be mother? Will she be able to experience that joy?

-Yup! Anyway... I wouldn’t like to tell you, Grace, but you also won this challenge.-

And try the unfinished, the extraordinary love, live in excess, beginning now... enjoy the triumph, create your miracle, seek true love, behind every obstacle...

 Sacramento

It can happen to her, out of love, to do something that is completely out of the ordinary, of a person's usual behavior. How to take advantage of her role to win a bet. The brunette woman approaches the desk of one of her subordinates. She makes sure that there is no one in sight. -Rigsby.- she calls him, awakening him from his thoughts. Probably about a beautiful redhead. -Do you know what's going on today?- he raises his head, shakes it, confused.

-No, boss.- Lisbon smiles. He did nothing else to deny that he was thinking of her while he was constantly talking about her, and now he also forgot... Men!

-Today comes back Van Pelt.- Wayne lights up like a Christmas tree. -I would like you to go and get her at the airport.- the arm has completely healed. The nurse was right. And the ribs don’t hurt as bad. Only when he breathes too strong.

-But...- he tries to protest. Weakly. He just wants to convince his conscience that he has done everything to avoid this situation.

-Is there any problem?- she asks, in an authoritative tone.

-No. No problem.-

If you want to come back ok, come back really, because if you come back I'll come back as I was... no, it's not life to take off our wings, entrusted to the care of the memories of who you love and you... let it be... the craft of life and you...

 Phoenix

-You're so excited, are not you?- Matt watches his friend change the arrangement of the very few objects, that usually are on his desk and that he decided to take with him, for the hundredth time in ten minutes. He raises the statuette of a dog that looks like Roxy and another puppet that it's really weird, he puts them in the middle of the bag, near the tablet, then reverses them, then snorts and returns to position them as before.

-What are you talking about?- Luke doesn’t even raise his head.

-Well, Garcia comes back tonight.- these words are transformed into a neon sign in the mind of Latin. -Tomorrow, at most on Monday, you'll see her.- he feels the emotion rise in his throat and tries to keep calm. -Have you thought about what I told you?- he takes a series of deep breaths and then nods.

-Yes.- but the hope of Simmons is destined to have a short life. -And I don’t feel I can do it, I'm sorry.- a disappointed expression on the Asian's face. -I'm a coward, I know, a little without balls. But I just can’t imagine...- the pointless defense is interrupted by the exclamation of Prentiss, who enters the hotel room they shared and that they were about to clear, having solved this case too.

-Guys, there is a problem with Penelope's plane...- the dog-shaped figurine escapes from Luke's hands and ends up on the ground. It's hard to cover what you think, when you're caught off guard.

-What?- he doesn’t even try to mask his concern. He stands up, assuming an attack pose, without even realizing it. -Is she okay?- he's always the first to ask about her, to inquire about how it's going to LA, mostly through JJ, but he's not at all aware of it. Matt sighs.

-Yes, Luke, the plane has had a breakdown in one of the two engines, so she will have to wait until tomorrow, before the next plane.- the leader hastens to reassure him, she has also noticed all these details. She exchanges a strange look with the Asian, but the other doesn’t realize it.

-Since we are so close, would not it be better if some of us went to get her?- Matt throws it there, pretending that it was an idea that came to mind only now and not a plan developed right at moment when Garcia had sent a single text: I'm late. -It was certainly a busy and stressful week and this certainly will agitate her even more.- he argues, with tone of lawyer. Very persuasive. -I can’t think of her all alone, in the middle of the night, in one of those cubes that they dare to call rooms, until tomorrow morning..- he's a damned clever wretch. The door opens again and the other members of the BAU also enter, apparently to be updated on the situation.

-Matt is right. Unfortunately I have to finish compiling a mountain of papers...- Tara is the first to get out of it. Luke watches them get themself out one by one, but the thought that there is nothing spontaneous in this, comes to his brain at the end. He is too busy on imagining exactly what Simmons has described.

-I would gladly go there, but I have to go back home as soon as possible. Michael had some problems, colicky again and I need to see how he is...- being mothers it is very easy to escape with a convincing excuse.

-Don’t look at me- the older one says, spreading his arms as if to apologize -I would do anything for the kitten, but I'm taking pills that don’t allow me to drive...- Spencer doesn’t even need to speak. The last time he got behind the wheel was to cross the border into Mexico, drugged against his will.

Matt turns to the only one left. -It would be fate, Alvez.- he grins. The others come out and Luke closes the bag in one fell swoop, putting it on his shoulder.

-Mhm, if you want to call it destiny, for me you helped.- for the first time since Garcia is not there, he captures a little flicker and vitality in the friend. Will the thought of seeing her again soon? -I would even say that you have tampered with the plane, if we hadn’t spent every hour together looking for that unknown subject...- the Asian laughs with taste.

-You overestimate me, Luke.- he stops him before he can leave. -Hey, this is the route of Garcia plane. Kevin will call you if there are any changes.- he hands him some printed sheets. The other takes them, he walks, arrives at the door and turns again.

-Matt?- he calls him.

-Yes?- they look at each other for a moment and then Luke smiles.

-Thank you.-

Let it go... let it be the craft of peace... let it go...

 Palm Springs International Airport

He sighs, snorts, looks around. Anything. There is no trace of her. He sees another man behaving in exactly the same way. Their eyes meet and the stranger approaches. -Are you waiting for someone?- he is certainly not used to such scenes, but basically, as seen in the TV series, people have a great desire to talk, even with people who they don’t know. Everywhere: in the queue, at the dentist, especially if there is anything to complain about.

-Yes.- Luke just says, continuing to scrutinize the exit from the boarding, waiting for her to appear.

-Me too. My colleague.- the man approaches another step. -He had to land today, but due to a fault in the engines the plane couldn’t take off.- he explains, confidentially. It's obvious how he just needed to tell someone. He is anxious, and he can’t sit still for a second. Luke, by his side, clenches his fists inside the pockets of his trousers.

-Even mine, it's a colleague, I mean.- he clarifies, even if there is no need to, why he should have thought that he was referring to his girlfriend? -I believe she is on board the same plane.- the other man nods. -They should arrive soon, according to the calculations of this deal.- he points the tablet screen, complete with an airport map, on which a red dot moves in their direction.

-Oh, but what a weird thing. Is it legal?- professional deformation. He can’t stop being a policeman.

-Honestly I don’t know, I don’t understand anything about computer science.- he confesses quietly. -But don’t worry. I'm an FBI agent. Luke Alvez.- he shows him the badge with the recognizable logo. The other is surprised.

-Nice to meet you, Luke, even if I had some trouble with the Feds. -some traces of jealousy. -One in particular... no offense.- Luke lets himself go to a relaxed laugh. He is as agitated as the unknown, because they probably have a problem in common. Women and work together. Here are the results.

-No problem. Before, I was a ranger.- he is not used to talking about himself with people he doesn’t know, but it is something that happened to him before any examination. Total loss of every brake, logorrheic as Reid. But without his acumen.

-Oh, damn it. However, I’m Rigsby, Wayne Rigsby. CBI.- he shows him in turn the identification tag. This is a recently introduced agency and it is the first time that Luke sees one.

-Nice card!- he comments. No trace of her yet. -So, Wayne- he hesitates, but then decides to say it -is she just a colleague for you? Forgive me if I ask you in so direct way, but you're too agitated and I'm a profiler...- apparently they both aren’t able to leave work at home.

-Don’t worry, I'm used to having someone who always reads my behavior.- in his mind a blond man winks at him. -You're right, it's not just a colleague.- at first, he seems a little reluctant. -Her name is Grace, it's the love of my life and I'm here because I have to be able to tell her this.- then he talks fast, following a little Garcia style. Is it possible that every damned thing makes him think of her?

-Oh, hell, buddy. Good luck.- he gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

-Thank you. And yours?- from interrogator to interrogated. He must accept it.

-Garcia, Penelope.- the surname is a way to make her less real and less as a woman. -A friend has practically forced me to come here to take her home, hoping that with all those hours of car that we will have to spend together, I'll collapse from exhaustion, but I don’t know if it goes like that.- or rather, he will certainly collapse, but from weariness and from the tension, it will be difficult to find the strength to speak to her. -I love her, on this he's right, but I'm not used to talking about these things, I'm out of the loop for a while...- a big truth that is the first time he even admits to himself and a little lie. Lisa will forgive him.

-Wait, Penelope Garcia?- "Wayne lights up. -Grace told me about her. She is one of her myths. She was so excited at the idea of meeting her in person.- who would not be? She is so fantastic, and who knows how many other men will have thought it, seeing her explain those complex things of which he doesn’t understand anything. They will have even ask her to go out?

-If I'm not too indiscreet, why Grace went there?- Luke's profiler's mind begins to put the pieces together.

-A computer refresher course.- but of course, it was obvious.

-Well, now I understand everything. Penelope was there for the same reason, but as a teacher.-

The youngest, the one with the red hair, suddenly stops, clashing with the blonde with the pink suitcase. -Oh no, Wayne!- she stops, for fear he may have heard it. But the man is still far away, and he seems to be intent on a conversation with another man, with brown hair, who she seems to have already seen somewhere.

-Where is him?- Penelope tries to follow the direction of the friend's gaze and remains stone. -Hell, but that's Luke!- now they're both hidden behind their suitcases, but the BAU technician's is too flashy.

-Do you mean that Luke? But he's talking to Wayne.- a newspaper with eye holes and a beautiful raincoat only lack, to make the scene even more ridiculous, more than it already is.

-Do they know each other?- asks the older one.

-I don’t know, let's find out.- Grace grabs her hand and drags her in the direction of the two men, who are still unaware of their presence.

-Really, I...- the blonde does everything to slow her down, trembling. As long as they were just talking, there was no problem. But now, she has to face her own nightmare. Of course, if all the bad dreams were so fascinating...

Grace turns to her, while Wayne has noticed them and now, they both are walking in their direction. She has little time. -Yes, Penelope. You faced a horde of young people hanging from your lips, if he's here, it's definitely to see you, because he'll have to tell you something. I'm tired of just talking about it, we have to act!- she says.

-It easier for you, you know he is still in love with you!- she protests, but it is useless. She shuts up just in time, a second before the puppy-faced man reaches them. Penelope stays behind with their suitcases, and crosses the look of Luke, who like her is a step back, thus giving the lovebirds a little bit of privacy.

-Grace.- anyone, even Reid would notice that these two love each other. He can’t really contain the joy he feels when he finally finds her a few inches away.

-Hey, Wayne.- she tries to sound detached. -Why you're here?- she crosses her arms. The man falters.

-Lisbon sent me, but... I would have come anyway.- gradually the hardness disappears both from the face and from the whole body of Grace. -There's one thing I should tell you... I will not sound very romantic, but I'll tell you how it is.- her pupils dilate. -I'm still in love with you and this week without you was hell. I know, I was just a boy the first time I told you I loved you, but now I'm matured, it's true, I have a son with another woman, but this also helped me. I have become a better man, thanks to you, I don’t deny anything of our past, even bad times, we have always been there for each other and now I feel ready and worthy to love you as you deserve.- a scene that seems torn from a film of those for which Penelope would consume boxes and boxes of tissues.

-Oh, Wayne, I missed you too. I love you.- they hug each other, first, and then their lips blend and really, there's no one else.

Even Luke has witnessed the scene, and is proud of his partner in misfortune, but unfortunately they will not share the final. He sighs and reaches the blonde, whose has heart eyes, those she had when she saw Roxy for the first time or when he gave her the anti-stress kitten.

-Oh, but how cute they are.- there is a clear polemic note in this very short sentence, it's not just in his head. Penelope sighs again and stops watching the other couple exchange yet another passionate kiss. Luke hears the voice of Simmons who incites him in his head to make a move.

-Would you like that too?- he's terrified and inside he keeps shaking, but he finally manages to talk. She still ignores him for a few seconds, then deigns to look back at him. She looks up at the sky and shakes her head.

-No, I really think that I could be offended.- ironic, but for a while he doesn’t notice. However, she doesn’t give him time to replicate anything else. -What are you doing here, anyway?- she crosses her arms, leans slightly to one side, waiting for an answer. But she also pretends disinterested in it.

-Prentiss sent me to pick you up, since we were close and she didn’t want you to stay here until tomorrow, to spend the whole night alone...- a good part of the truth, except that Simmons had more fault. But she doesn’t need to know it. Meanwhile, giggles are heard in the background. The other two are still in paradise.

-Oh.- Penelope remains for a moment confused and the man enjoys the small victory. -But she didn’t send me any texting. Weird...- for security she also check in her phone and Luke notices that as a background she has... a unicorn. A sweet smile escapes him, then he realizes that she is watching him.

-I asked her not to do it.- another partial truth. They agreed that there was no need to warn her. JJ had also added how much Garcia loved the surprises and had winked at him. -I saw that your flight had been canceled and that you would be forced to stay here, then I suggested to send me here, to take you.- how easily he took the merit of something that at first he had rejected.

-But... why... wait, how did you know what was my flight?- from the confusion she passes to suspicion. -I didn’t tell anyone... you hacked my computer?- she almost screams while squinting, scanning every slight change in the expression of man, but doesn’t catch anything.

-No, not me... Kevin.- this time she doesn’t hold back.

-KEVIN?- she screams. -Since when do you know him?- she doesn’t give him time to reply. -I don’t know whether to hit him or you, but since you're already here...- she would never do it, but, in doubt, Luke decides to take advantage of the opportunity and puts his hands on the woman's arms, which doesn’t move away, but she looks at him even more strangely.

-Penelope...- he just says. On her face appears a grimace that looks so much like his.

-Now you call me by name?- she sounds ironic almost in a bad way.

-Please give me a chance.- it came out badly. A plea of a poor derelict, but it is already so much that he has no bright eyes. Penelope's pupils dilate and he should know what it means, but he can’t concentrate on anything other than those red lips.

-What? A chance to do what?- it is impossible that she really didn’t understand it, that she is seriously so naive. Grace and Wayne have stopped flirting in public and have become from show to spectators. They are holding their breath as the man leans over to Penelope, the hands flow up along the arms until they stop one on the neck and the other on a cheek, the fronts touch and his lips are about to meet the female ones.

-This.- he whispers a second before, but she moves away and breaks the whole atmosphere. Her fears are much bigger than Grace's.

-And Lisa?- she asks him, as if she were the one that would be betrayed if he tried to kiss her while being romantically busy with another woman.

-It never worked, it couldn’t work.- something broke inside him, and he can’t hold himself more. Matt would be so proud! -She wasn’t you.- bam, hit in full, stretched out. Surprise, dismay, then a smile, heart eyes and finally malice. She passes the tongue on her lips.

-Ok, good play, Luke.- she puts her hand on the muscles of his arm. -But, hey, where's my declaration? It's my right!- the man laughs, but then realizes that she is talking seriously. He sighs and throws himself without thinking.

-I am not good with these things. And I don’t want to look like a repetetive, but I missed you so much this week. It was strange not to hear your voice and not to see you appear on the screen, not being teased by O'Keef... I thought of you continuously, so much that Simmons noticed and tormented me, I don’t know how he managed to send me here. Not that I didn’t want to come, in short, it would be ridiculous to deny it, after all the things I told you... only I was afraid, I was terrified to tell you what I feel and read a refusal on your sweet face. Because in the end I just have to see a smile on that pretty face, to feel good, of course if I were the architect or could participate...- he didn’t even realize that he spoke so long. He only stops when he feels her fingernails scratching gently close to his ear.

-Luke.- she certainly doesn’t stop and he begins to have some problems.

-What?- he swallows, wondering if by any chance he said something wrong or exaggerated, or...

-I never realized that you spoke so much. Anyway, you did well for a newbie.- her approval was all he wanted. Almost. -But now kiss me.- she rises up on the tips, to facilitate the task, without stopping to do that little scratch on him.

-At your command, Miss.- he has just time to imitate a military salute, before their lips are melted and the rest of the world completely fade away. In fact, they don’t hear the enthusiastic applause of two people in particular.

Grace looks up to meet the one of her man's. -You look at me like that, you know?- she says, leaning better on his shoulder.

-In what way?- Wayne asks, always naive. Doesn’t she love him for this too?

-The way he looks at her. As if she was a miracle incarnate.-

Close the door when you go out, because there is too much of you inside

@thinitta @martinab26 @mercedes-maldonado @shyladystudentfan @cosmicmelaninflower

[pootypopopopo]

pippi goes on board (sweden 1969) dubbed

[tillerman1]

TORMENT [to the word] pt.2

Bertha's room.

Dark, first glimpses man only two figures. So lights a ceiling lamp and the hold will till appear.

Jan-Erik places Bertha on a narrow, sloping couch. He kindles the lamp off the bed. Over the relatively sharp the candle seems this that Bertha is one entirely young girl, only peaked, ravaged cum indescribably seamy. She opens the eyes and considers Jan-Erik. So turns she to against the wall and big howls.

Jan-Erik stands and looks at her some moments, then walks it and takes the cognac flask that stands on some board with two glassware. He empties some content of the slush –

BERTHA (howls): Give seventeen in my cognac.

Without to take any as preferably notice of her takes he the hat and turns to against her –

JAN - ERIK : I should go now. Goodbye!

Bertha stops instantly to howl and grin and shriek. She becomes cum even completely silent. Then comes it half-suffocated, frightened –

BERTHA : No! Go none! I dare not be alone. (pause) HE comes perhaps …

Then silences she again, then comes it like a little frightened beep –

BERTHA : I am so damn fearful for him.

Jan-Erik. He looks misguided out. He understands that it not is simulation –

BERTHA : Go don't please, please rare –

JAN - ERIK : Who are you fearful for?

Bertha and Jan-Erik. She has sat to erect in bed and speaks cool, forced –

BERTHA : It can I not say. He vet [knows] all things. And spies on me.

She drags down him on the bed edge. Leaning to forward against him and whispering frightened –

BERTHA : And then when he is here … then would you see …

Then throws her with even round – crawls together in the bed and your howl ill –

BERTHA : I stand(s) not outside anymore. I stand(s) not outside … I stand(s) not outside …

Jan-Erik. He is till the extremes confused. Worried, as like disgusted. But can still not walk –

BERTHA (muffled): I vet it … he comes to take life of me. As he torments me.

Bertha.

She turns her on spine and tries providing a small pathetic distorted smile –

BERTHA : Stay eh! Please you!

Jan-Erik stands silent. He is deeply confused –

JAN - ERIK : I may probably not.

BERTHA : May not, what talking you.

JAN - ERIK : Judgment becomes cross at home.

Bertha turns to on side, supports the head in a hand –

BERTHA : Will judgment cross!?

infamously, something advantageously –

BERTHA : You perhaps should read homework too?

Jan-Erik becomes angry and answers bitterly –

JAN - ERIK : Yes, that should I.

Both are silent.

Bertha travels to and goes forward to some gas kitchen, puts on the water –

BERTHA (harsh): Go then for hell.

She goes past Jan-Erik, kicks off the shoes, takes on to the slippers. Drags of to the dress and takes on one sloppy bathrobe.

So goes she forward till Jan-Erik –

BERTHA : How should you have the now then?

The becomes again silent. Jan-Erik is tense. He looks at her, mighty seriously. So says he easy and straight on thing –

JAN - ERIK : Probably wants I have you, but …

BERTHA : But …

JAN - ERIK : I think not if you.

She thinks only laugh, becomes per even very serious. So says she low, suddenly with one completely other way –

BERTHA : Make the something?

Jan-Erik and Bertha –

JAN - ERIK : Yes, for me.

It becomes silent one moment. Bertha make one small grimace –

BERTHA : Think you I am cheesy?

JAN - ERIK : Nana.

Jan-Erik shaking on the head –

BERTHA : Are you perhaps something fearful for me?

JAN - ERIK : Yes, something.

BERTHA : The should you not be.

The stands mitt against each other without that move each other. So beats her arms if life on Jan-Erik and presses the hard adjacent him. She looks on him malicious, trying –

JAN - ERIK : You would not … you … you …

He beats arms of her and kissing her cool, clumsy.

Jan-Erik stands in some dawn's light and takes on to a jacket and a rock(coat) –

BERTHA : Should you go now.

JAN - ERIK : Nay for puss name, I must home. The clock is why half four.

BERTHA : You can well come here something and say adieu.

Bertha is in a bed crouched and travels to when Ja-Erik comes.

Bertha whips the arms about the throat on him and drags him till herself.

BERTHA : It was so kind of you that you stayed.

JAN - ERIK : Yes… kind yes.

BERTHA : And you must come back often ... often. [sic]

JAN - ERIK : I vet not… get see …

BERTHA : Promise… you must promise.

JAN - ERIK : Yes… I promises[sic].

She kisses him, lays herself down, rolls together herself and peers slumberous on him –

BERTHA : You have promised.

JAN - ERIK : Yes, nay go(o)d night.

Jan-Erik opens the hall door, slinker[sic] in silent, silent, goes through the hall, ducking in in his room, lights the ceiling lamp.

There on the bed sits the father. Shrunken, silent.

Jan-Erik stays and only stares. None a word exchanges. Jan-Erik starts automatically shoot off the outerwear.

The father traveling in from the bed and goes slowly forward towards Jan-Erik. He is some moments very indecisive, then walks it silent front till the door, turns himself back, thinking yet one time say something, but walks silent out and slow cum silent the door behind out.

Jan-Erik stands cum sees after him, goes slowly forward to the bed and falls together on it, creeps together and presses the face against the pillow, but cry doesn't.

It rings in a giant corridor bell. The corridor is after some moments are till congestion filled with boys, as penetrates forward against the same goal: the stairs.

From classrooms will constantly new hoards.

Ringing.

School and the noise.

Against the current since Ring IV L. penetrates to small Pippi. His face is worried and he is very eager –

PIPPI : Where is Pettersson? Has anyone seen till Pettersson?

ELEV : He is left in there, lecturer.

Pippi will in on a class, peeps himself around, gets eyesight on Pettersson, one skinny, cranky type with dizzy eyes.

PIPPI : Hi! There was you-all Pettersson. Good. I must talk to you.

Pettersson looks particularly gloomy out. Cuts with the eyes.

PETTERSSON : I vet that.

Pippi beats up the classbook and looks in it –

PIPPI : Come here now. It is not something further fun to be class principal when such here becomes till.

PETTERSSON : Um!

PIPPI : Why truant[,] he?

PETTERSSON (figure is).

PIPPI : Why in the sir's name did he that.

Pettersson fights a battle in his confused and fermenting brain.

PETTERSSON : Äch.

PIPPI : Where Pettersson afraid for someone.

PETTERSSON : Äch.

PIPPI : Could Pettersson not his homework

PETTERSSON (mumbles something, but your figure just.)

PIPPI : We must talk about it here now. Understand doesn't Pettersson that.

PETTERSSON : Yeah. {from the Finnish "Joo"}

PIPPI : These.

Pippi pushes away the book and leans himself forward. Looking none on Pettersson but toys something with the inkwell lid.

PIPPI : These.

PETTERSSON : It was so that Caligula… I mean… see the lecturer that Latin…

PIPPI : Yes. I understand.

PETTERSSON : He scares.

PIPPI : Scares he?!

PETTERSSON : Man becomes not wise… nothing may man say. And judgment others hate him. But we are a funky everybody.

PIPPI (nods seriously and is silent).

PETTERSSON : So available why they that man has respect for. But he scares for how he thinks about it. So think I, (whispers) a sadist.

Pippi laughs till something, but controls himself immediately –

PIPPI : Think Pettersson so?

PETTERSSON : I vet not.

PIPPI : And so truant Pettersson on Monday morning, when it was double-hour Latin.

PETTERSSON : All even Sundays are destroyed for man has double-hour on Monday's morning.

The calling now and pupils initiates arrive in at the class.

PIPPI : And now gets the stick for Pettersson. Was it where.

PETTERSSON (desperate): Yes!

PIPPI : Is he so afraid, Pettersson[?]

PETTERSSON : Please lecturer! Let me avoid the pin! It gets then terrible cum then may man possibly not go up in a coin. Let me escape!! I will ne'er don't more! But they are so angry home cum I dare not go home with no pin.

Pettersson has spoken burning. Some seconds look Pippi at him. Then slams it to the book and screws together his pen -

PIPPI : I am so decent so that it is lucky that I become pensioned next year. It should the cat stand out with to being loyal to both you and the teachings. But beware tenacious Pettersson, do none it.

Pippi takes a schoolbook and hits it hard on the head of the tear-shiny, grateful Pettersson.

Pippi goes outward from the room.

Some map space.

Pippi will in, get view Caligula, takes a map.

Caligula stands and looks at the register.

Pippi gives himself away out with his, only turns himself about –

PIPPI : I think the boys are fearful for one lecturer.

Caligula looks at Pippi and answers very indifferently –

CALIGULA : Well, it perhaps not hurts.

Pippi has prepared some attack and goes now straight on –

PIPPI : Nay yet not may man teach out anything in that way.

Caligula guffaws till –

CALIGULA : Oh.

Pippi and Caligula. Pippi has sat it on some poster stand. Caligula stands and reads on the list –

PIPPI : I mean, would it not better to be decent against judgment. Nobody is[,] (of) course, mean. …

Caligula snorts.

Pippi laughs –

PIPPI : Lazy are they see, terribly lazy, but they are good in one's way, thinks the lecturer not so? *I* think it at least.

Caligula turns to if for to answer, but Pippi occurs him –

PIPPI : See it here is the one such complicated work cum it would course greatly better if we met and went half the way was and not were enemies with each other - we and the boys. Some work is probably nerve-abrasive in any fall.

CALIGULA : I exercise a type's terror with other words.

PIPPI : That have I never said.

CALIGULA : Where want the lecturer come?

Pippi becomes eager and eager - but also madder, aggressive –

PIPPI : I think that the lecturer, with his upper-case reading not, would be so wasted afraid about clean the idiotic respect.

Caligula is also evil, suddenly leaves it his polite indifference –

CALIGULA : Sorry, but that has the lecturer nothing per to do.

Pippi travels to from his seat. He laughs something –

PIPPI : Yes, it has me face soul. For it is MY class and MY boys.

CALIGULA : Them perhaps far ill.

PIPPI : Yes. Not all. But some. The others think only ill about the lecturer and driver with you behind your back.

There hooks it in on seriously for Caligula. And now throwing it himself in in the stride definitely –

CALIGULA : How vet you that?

PIPPI : For I characterized your mine boys.

CALIGULA : Doing not I that.

PIPPI : No, for then would he not wear oneself at as he does.

Caligula has started walking over the room. Stays annoyed –

CALIGULA : Carry us at. Matter god and use don't that expression.

PIPPI : I thought didn't that were some expressions that applied. I thought you-all were concerned from your boys. But I am an old cheer-idiot.

CALIGULA : Oh.

PIPPI : For presently understand me that he doesn't care himself about them one iota.

CALIGULA : Oh.

Pippi has taken off to the glasses. Eager –

PIPPI : But what care he himself about then? For a teacher should well bother himself about their boys and if he doesn't care himself about THEM, what care he to when about here in life.

Caligula turns himself towards Pippi, sharp, lightning-fast –

CALIGULA : I am not amused by cross-examination. Who may have taken map no. 40.

PIPPI : But I am amused off to make intelligible for it that he is rather unsuitable as schoolfellow, it is perhaps me cum for I am FOR kind, but I think about the boys cum I am not FEARFUL for them.

Caligula forgets again and instantly the map number forty and stabs till violently –

CALIGULA : Vet you that! Would I be scared! Ridiculous.

Pippi. He has got in one shock and continues –

PIPPI : Yes! For you tear it as a battle of life and death. "Scare you me then should self my soul scare down you under the consoles." But I should say that IT IS WRONG!! If he doesn't understand it himself.

CALIGULA : Was is map number forty.

PIPPI : He stays now!

Caligula is dumbfounded. The purple insignificant Pippi has somehow grown.

PIPPI : He may gladly stay and listen to me, for I am so old that I could be his pappa. So it is VOCATION-teaching and so means that man is called and with called means something born with and it is larval that he, because that he has your study-merit, points, at result cum seniority, should make teacher, for he knows no more about boys than my old galoshes. The invention's also something it called …

Pippi is so angry that his small hook-beard trembles, but he is excited also –

PIPPI : … heart and joy and lite amiability and understanding, but this has it damns in my small box not so much that one flea can live off it even. But self shall tell him how he available in all schools and not just in schools but take me the cat everywhere. If he would alone and exceptionally would it well not so miserable. But I'll tell him that he is in all schools, not just in schools, but to me the cat everywhere. Man-opener! is he. {sic}. So THAT.

Caligula, as hitherto been muted, is icy when he answers. And he answers with his eternal argument –

CALIGULA : Listen to me. I have been sick. Very ill, my nerves are still not as they should, the courses are large and heavy, I am objective, pet not, pampers not, works objectively, were so good and I will not change at that matter because that lecturer incidentally has met some neurotic poor among the students who have regretted themselves.

Caligula gets a sudden bout of irritability that goes out over the map number forty –

CALIGULA : Where available that damned map number forty. Who may have jerked it.

Pippi's face enlightened with a smile –

PIPPI : Oh! It has I.

Displays on the map in hand. Goes out.

PIPPI : Good midday, lecturer!

Caligula travels himself slowly.

Some classroom.

In the doorway stands sudden Caligula, apparently upset –

CALIGULA : Is Widgren here?

GRÖNSTRAND : Nah.

CALIGULA : Where is he then?

PETTERSSON : In the corridor perchance.

CALIGULA : Thanks.

Jan-Erik stands at the drinking fountain. Caligula comes behind the back on him.

CALIGULA : Yes then, there are you[,] Widgren.

Jan-Erik spins around. Unpleasantly affected by the other's voice –

JAN - ERIK : Yes, what wants the lecturer?

CALIGULA : I want (to) talk to you.

There becomes a short pause. They regard each other.

CALIGULA : Can we not put us here on the bench.

They go to a bench in one corner, beside the fountain.

On the bench.

Caligula takes off to the glasses.

So strange is that without glasses sees it out as one fully another human, much less, afraid cum something insignificant.

Jan-Erik registers it –

CALIGULA : Yes, I would speak to you.

Jan-Erik silences. {sic} Caligula expects sulfurs.

Caligula puts on a confused face –

CALIGULA : I am sorry[,] Widgren[;] if there should have to be any grudge between us. Sorry is I. Really sorry.

Jan-Erik silences still and stares disoriented on his teacher –

CALIGULA : I want not… that you should think badly of me.

Caligula breathes on his glasses. Embraces forward one handkerchief and begins polishing them. Jan-Erik silences, can nothing say –

CALIGULA : I have my difficulties, look you… I have been ill also… very ill.

Caligula leans to something forward and adds the hand on Jan-Eriks knee. Jan-Erik can none keep back one small gesture of creep –

CALIGULA : I have sat and seen on you. You have considered me with such aversion. Malice. That may you not do.

JAN - ERIK : I vet not what I should say. I have nothing against the lecturer.

Jan-Erik speaks slowly, for he has badly to find words.

Caligula. He speaks nervously, supplicant cum with something from his peculiar, soft tone –

CALIGULA : Yes, that have you, that have you. But his none so there and look at me in the continuation.

Then of a's beats it round –

CALIGULA : I prohibit you that!

He puts on himself the glasses. Travels himself. So also Jan-Erik, who feels great relief.

Caligula, - Jan-Erik cum Sandman as approaching the from the remote –

CALIGULA : Yes, Mr. Widgren, then was it nothing more.

Caligula drips off.

Sandman up till Jan-Erik –

SANDMAN : What wanted the home sadist?

JAN - ERIK : He is like hell himself.

They walk towards the classroom –

SANDMAN : Include you thou incidentally, what was that for one girl that you were visible with on The Big Street for a few there late.

JAN - ERIK : Oh, an acquaintance.

SANDMAN : Sure, I understand. A friend!

The open window in Bertha's room. In the windows is a geranium. It's dusk outside.

Jan-Erik stands middle of some floor and plays fiddle. It is a small, much tad ballads stump-way.

On the stomach on the couch lies Bertha. She supports the chin against the arms and looks straight out through the window. So peeks she through surreptitiously on Jan-Erik, smiling the slightly.

Jan-Erik ends and takes down the violin.

Bertha. She sighs something sentimental, looking still out through the window –

BERTHA : Crikey sow nice you playing!

JAN - ERIK : Shucks, it was well no! I have time to incidentally ne'er practice nowadays.

He puts himself on the bed-edge. Bertha cures together herself and adds some head on his lap.

Jan-Erik takes a bun from the washer (tea tray) that stands on a chair before the couch –

JAN - ERIK : Certainly is this a pupil of upper secondary school's dearest dream - to get sit at his girlfriend's and take buns.

BERTHA : Thou jests you – –

JAN - ERIK : I am so happy of night and gives the cat in everything - such spring twilight you. Think if we would go out a while and promenade on Storgatan and laugh a Caligula and whole the teaching college in one view.

Bertha appears hardly enthusiastic –

BERTHA : Oops - I vet don't -

She stretches on to, looks at him -

BERTHA : Think you about me? – – – Something – say – – –

Jan-Erik nods and pats her.

BERTHA : You understand - - - I - - - See you the star that shines in here?

JAN - ERIK : It looks out as if it hung a long bit down from the heaven on an invisible string and dangled.

BERTHA : You must think it has been a fine company - - - before – –

She is silent some moments -

BERTHA : If you knew how lonely man has been – – –

Jan-Erik bends to over her –

JAN - ERIK : Lonely yes - - - who think you not have been alone – –

Bertha drags him down till her and kissing him –

BERTHA : But now am I there not all(s) long – – –

JAN - ERIK : You were scared too. So scared for someone.

BERTHA : I was that.

It becomes quiet one moment –

JAN - ERIK : You want none say about who he was not? …

Bertha. Jan-Erik.

They stand still tight together. Bertha shakes her head –

BERTHA : That can I not. Scales not in some way not. You may imagine, he has probably tried lead here. I have heard how he has sat the key in new the lock and mixed and pried. And then has he called. And sometimes vet I that he has gone behind me in the street.

Bertha has spoken with base, something baited voice. Turns on, becomes as usual –

BERTHA : O you, now talking we not about him longer. Now drinking ourselves tea.

They sit cuddled on Bertha's couch.

JAN - ERIK : … Sandman, understand you, he is worlds contempt and misogynists and sharp. He thinks I am scary secondary.

BERTHA : Oh, that is you none all(s). I have never had it so good with someone as with you.

JAN - ERIK : Have you had many then?

BERTHA : Nah… Not! But you understand, Man thought that it was fun with everyone that sprang after one.

JAN - ERIK : Have you never been dear in any[?]. So where real.

BERTHA (short): No.

JAN - ERIK : Why not it then.

BERTHA : Ash that you are dumb. There has never been anyone who liked possess me… and so wanted I lead out and lead something, cum so thought I that… yes, it was nothing.

The telephone. It gives an angry signal from itself.

Suddenly gets Bertha tense. She listens after the ringing. Jan-Erik goes forward and takes up the lure –

JAN - ERIK : Hello.

He stands silent and listens. So assumes his face an expression of the most undisguised surprise. Bertha. Her sitter quietly, taut on the couch.

Jan-Erik enough her without a word the lure. She travels to and takes it. Jan-Erik stands left –

BERTHA : Yes.

Bertha stands silent. Her face changes. The eyes blocked up –

BERTHA : So think I don't… You lie... No, No! You lie only for that scare me.

She puts down the lure. They look at each other.

She walks some moments quietly forth and back over met room, so breaks her out –

BERTHA : He is horrible, disgusting.

She sinks together in a chair. Staring ahead herself, aimlessly.

Jan-Erik walks forth till her and falls to knee before the chair –

JAN - ERIK : Bertha! WHO IS IT!

Bertha crawls down on some floor against him, as hiding themselves.

BERTHA : You may never go from us, hear you that. Hear you! Dearest… dearest…

Jan-Erik shakes away the head. But he looks misguided and uneasy out.

Some light lights in the hall. Jan-Erik and Bertha come outside from the room. She is among bathrobe. Jan-Erik puts on to coat. So kissing they each other.

She opens the door.

Jan-Erik goes down for the first steps. So hears Bertha shout –

BERTHA : Jan-Erik!

Bertha is halfway out from within the door.

She runs down after him on the stairs.

Throws herself about throat on him –

BERTHA : Stay with me.

JAN - ERIK : You should not be afraid. There are no ghosts.

BERTHA : I have seen one leastways.

JAN - ERIK : Well, it is buried and definitely dead from and with at night, says we.

The stand's silent some moment. –

BERTHA : Yes, I want so gladly. You, you should get something! Key to the hall door, so you can come in when you want.

Jan-Erik takes received that. Holding it in the hand –

JAN - ERIK : Thank you, but …

So throws he about –

JAN - ERIK : How Pharaoh should it go to the writings.

BERTHA : It goes surely good.

JAN - ERIK : I have not studied a smack.

BERTHA : I should deliver thumb.

JAN - ERIK : Wondering what we get for subjects. Yuk 17.

He kissing her hastily. –

JAN - ERIK : Cheerio.

So runs he.

Bertha stands left some moment. Goes slowly up the stairs again.

She goes in through the door, after she closed the door, goes she in through the room. Sails forth till the mirror. Taking off her bathrobe(,) brushes herself lite lazily in the neck. Peeks to in the mirror, leans herself forward against it.

Going up to the bed, kick off the slippers. Crawling down on the bed. Extinguishes the table lamp. It becomes entirely dark in the room, as when who street lamp, which draws strange figures in the roof. But now is it one faint gray daybreak in the room.

On brittle clock beats three species. Bertha is sleeping with closed eyes.

With even open she the eyes. She looks afraid out. Afraid. She travels oneself slowly in the bed, watching right out, try's penetrate some dark. She gropes after the lamp, trying light, but fails. There becomes no light.

BERTHA : Who is there?

She sits erect in the bed and stares straight out. No rejoins, that is deadly silent. There comes a wind shock driving cum any squeaks faintly down on the street.

The room from Bertha's sight-angle.

It is in one weak gray day's dawn. The street lamp's light is off. So includes light footsteps.

Bertha bites to of the fingers.

Against the door of Berthas sight-angle.

It opens gently cum one gray person, one widely indistinct face becomes visible. The created only stands.

Bertha wants jay, but may not. She has permeated herself up against the wall in jitters.

The figure takes a pair lingering step forward over some floor. Then whispers it low, hoarse, praying –

THE VOICE: (Caligulas): Bertha!

Bertha may suddenly agency to scream. She screams high and shrill. The light as well as goes out around her –

BERTHA : No !!! NO!

On black blackboard stands: "Tuesday the 25 March, First the date of writing. Swedish." Under this message has one boy designed one exceptionally unsightly devil. Unto the writing room stands the boys in groups and discusses.

BROBERG : Yes, now may the moment atone what years transgressions. Boys! You divines not which the solemn occasion. One should come dressed up.

BERGMAN : You are the conditioned you.

BROBERG : Second time. It becomes no amateur performance no.

Grönstrand, as protected as always otherwise –

GRÖNSTRAND : Should not Sångpelle blow fanfares.

SANDMAN : And so could we sing terrified not you small herd - In unison eh!

The rector enters now.

He has of basic of the day's solemn touch attached frock coat. He walks forward to Caligula. Dries himself in the forehead a little nervously –

RECTOR : Awfully hot.

Caligula shakes over the head.

CALIGULA : Yes. Yes. Hot!

Another group; has just observed the rector's entrance.

SANDMAN : Strap on rectors in sabbath coffin.[?][movie: Look at them in their funeral attire.] Hear you. Vet you why rectors and everyone they other the guys look outward like funeral entrepreneurs whole the band?

DE ANDRA : Nah.

SANDMAN : Yes, because they are jittery, so they have his upper-case day, the exam pumps like up them till a measure of dignity because they never will come further than till the student. Years out and year in drops they the student. It is [a] climax for them. Bigger gets it ne'er. It is cursed solemnly it(,)[;]; - for them.

Rector. He has now made front against the class. Says professionally, fast –

RECTOR : Yes, then maybe the gentlemen are please cum scores place at your respective number. Want Bergman and Östergren come forward.

Bergman and Östergren arrives forward. The rector shows them a brown envelope with a red seal –

THE RECTOR : Wants gentlemen inspection your intact seal.

Bergman and Östergren supervises, gives some envelope back –

THE RECTOR : Thanks. Sit down.

With an elegant movement open he some envelope.

THE RECTOR (till Caligula): Wants the lecturer last kind and share out the tasks when self says till.

The rector takes up his watch and looks at it.

Caligula stands quietly and stares blankly before himself.

Grönstrand poking himself nervously in the nose with the pen.

Jan-Erik is dull and tired and drums with fingers.

The rector buttons together the clock –

THE RECTOR : Where so good.

Caligula puts started along the row of benches and board and parts out the small patches. Last comes it till Jan-Erik. He gets his patch. But. They stare at each other one moment. One moment for long. Caligula turns the back till. Jan-Erik looks after him and breaks the point of his pen. Many have already started working. The others sitter and look right out through the windows, where the sun shines in, strong and hot. Some window closes.

Now has the sun, which still shines equally strong, moved it till another side of the window. The classroom presents presently one picture of disorder, fatigue cum rush. The approaching itself the write time's final and all are employed with that "compose in."

Jan-Erik travels to and goes forward and leaves its writing and goes out from the hall.

Jan-Erik goes down the school stairs. But he stops suddenly. It is as if he grips of evil notions. He starts walking again. Faster and faster. Till gone runs he.

Street.

Jan-Erik walks and runs about alternately. He seems excited, worried.

Bertha's house.

He runs up the stairs with high speed. Up till Bertha's door.

Rings one long signal. Nobody opens. He begins to hammer on the door. He rings and hammers.

Jan-Erik takes up a key, with which he opens. He pushes Bertha something back long.

JAN - ERIK : What is it with you! You are why full!

Bertha keeps silent.

JAN - ERIK : That is it that has happened. Say, what is it!

Bertha keeps silent. Giggling something.

Jan-Erik walks into the room. There sees it the unmade bed, the bottle, the two glasses, turns himself till the still overheard giggling Bertha –

JAN - ERIK : Who is it which been here?

He shakes her –

JAN - ERIK : Answer for 17.

Bertha is silent the still. But now runs the tears from her wide open staring eyes. But she keeps the mouth shut. Hard.

JAN - ERIK : Bertha! Say what it is! You must talk about one for me. What when has happened. You may not just keep quiet and look out so there! Bertha! Hear you not what self says.

She is silent staunchly. Jan-Erik releases her. Pushes till her so harsh that she tumbles down on the bed. There lies her silent and still, lets the tears flow from wide-open eyes.

Jan-Erik looks at her one while. So walks it up till the bed where she lies. And tries a speech low and quiet till her –

JAN - ERIK : You know that I think very highly of you, not truly. You have been so kind towards me cum us have why had it so good together. Have we not!

He is silent some moment, but continues, then she nothing says:

JAN - ERIK : Is the final with the now. Was it not fun to be decent longer.

Respond!

Is it final with everything?

Is it?

It becomes silent.

So says Bertha –

BERTHA : Yes, it is final with everything together. He comes to take some life of me.

Quiet again.

BERTHA : He sits and toys with a penknife and so speaks it low and slow. He tells those horrible cases, those offensively horrible cases. So becomes it suddenly nervous, then travels it himself and goes around in the room and drags in the fingers so here… and he has such disgusting white small hands and hair on the fingers.

Jan-Erik terribly disgusted –

JAN - ERIK : Stop! Talk don't about some as.

BERTHA : You wanted the…

Jan-Erik has as crept away for to himself –

JAN - ERIK : So have I come in all this here. I want a matter in peace.

Breaking out –

JAN - ERIK : I am so led to everything as God to pity.

Bertha has sober till. She speaks low and toneless, indifferently –

BERTHA : For me also.

JAN - ERIK : I vet not. You are as if I ne'er had known you. You have the incidentally done out.

He travels to and goes some step.

JAN - ERIK : And that is why equally good. For I want none divide with any other.

Bertha is across back.

And looks up in some ceiling. She answers none. Looks just indescribably small and tired out.

Jan-Erik stands a moment and thinks about if there was anything more he should say. Then leaves it.

There is a drill machine running out on the street outside the school. Sweaty workers, smoke cum dust. It slams and hammers completely deafening.

In classes are there a nervous excitement. So is just before a lesson, everyone is collected, Man waits for the teacher, some seated and studying only the most talking, discusses, edges –

BOY 1: Now has Man a week to himself. If it were over anyway!

BOY 2: One week till! It is not wise. Them seals we get wilted censors.

Another group. Other boys.

BOY 3: There shall seventeen hang together on it here heat.

BOY 4: My skull has swollen such I don't get on the lid.

BOY 5: All sense blowing off towards Hell.

Third group.

BOY 6: It is shit everything(...)[;] miserable, senseless ridiculous shit.

One as supported at the door gives a warning signal.

BOY 7: Now comes the old-man devil.

BOY 8: He looks doesn't normal out in daylight.

GRÖNSTRAND : Good morning! As has he done that ever.

Grönstrand and the class traveling themselves. Some left sitter in the benches, reads in in the last –

BERGMAN : You whisper what!

Pettersson rips in his grammar –

PETTERSSON : We had syntax also. Crikey the syntax. I have forgotten work at in the syntax.

BERGMAN : If thou whispering till me on the morphology to me whisper till you on the syntax.

Caligula settles himself. Everyone settles themselves.

CALIGULA : Absent?

PREFECT : No absent.

Caligula. He strikes up his book. Takes out a pen –

CALIGULA : Thanks! Widgren begins translating the day's lesson.

Widgren lifts some head and answers defiantly –

WIDGREN : I have not read on till in daylight.

Caligula reacts violently –

CALIGULA : Is none you cunning.

WIDGREN : Me he not.

CALIGULA : He!

WIDGREN : Could none rather. I held on half overnight with history.

Caligula travels to and goes down in class till Jan-Erik. He waves the pointer –

CALIGULA : Could none rather! So Mr. Widgren dried not. It was one strange enlightenment.

JAN - ERIK : I read you on as much I time.

CALIGULA : You-all ignore me and my homework.

JAN - ERIK : No! I ignore nothing.

CALIGULA : Yes – so!

He looks up. Speaks now with large participation in the voice –

CALIGULA : Is the anyone more who not »could« read to in passing.

Death's silence. Nobody says anything.

Caligula approach to Jan-Erik –

CALIGULA : It seems last Mr. Widgren that is especially dilute. That can it come to presently then.

JAN - ERIK : I vet not. I do as excellently I can.

The longer Caligula speaks why above looking it to and within themselves self.

CALIGULA : Sir Widgren is lazy, quite pitiful also. We have not period with bad boys. We should do an exam. Has not Mr. Widgren taken it. But Mr. Widgren comes to understand that one day when it is too late. Vet Mr. Widgren what I think. I think that you get indifferently grade in Latin, Mr. Widgren. Vet you what I think more.

Caligula swings with the stylus. He speaks low without accents –

CALIGULA : That you are for flimsy for the exam. It is a steel bad air master. Not for you. Absolutely not.

He turns around so that Bergman comes in the shot field –

CALIGULA : Bergman begins translating the day's lesson.

Now sitter Pippi in the chair. He puts a small fine artificial bird front himself on the chair –

PIPPI : Mayst anyone thinking one, a little rascal in 2.4 sat there here on some floor under my lesson cum that jumped straight forward against me and as pep it in a chorus …

The class is one big laugh –

PIPPI : Wager might it be for fun in that. I saw enough that the juvenile the rascals amused to magnificent… but it was well not that fun… Or was it..!

Pippi looks himself around with glittering eyes. There heard an explosion of giggles down in the class -

PIPPI : That is that for din. There is a man who noises.

POJKE I : This where I lecturer. Sorry. Pardon.

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Studio Ghibli’s next feature will air on TV this winter

At a time when all seems dark and hopeless, the sunny world of Studio Ghibli has more escapist value than ever. The addition of the animation house’s full catalog to the streaming library of the recently launched HBO MAX has provided many with emotional nourishment as Earth descends into chaos, and they’ll soon release a brand new feature to further soften the blow of pandemics and police violence and any other crises the cruel hand of Fate sees fit to deal us.

Variety reports that Aya and the Witch will get a release this winter through NHK, the biggest TV station in Japan, without any plans to get the film into theaters. The film returns Hayao Miyazaki‘s son Goro (of Tales from Earthsea, From Up on Poppy Hill, and Ronja the Robber’s Daughter) to the director’s chair, though Miyazaki the elder will still be credited as a general planner and overseer with Ghibli cofounder Toshio Suzuki on board as producer.

The film adapts the children’s novel ‘Earwig and the Witch’, written by ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ author Diana Wynne Jones, with the main character’s name changed to the less creepy-crawly Aya. Just as the young girl has gotten the hang of life in an orphanage, she’s adopted by a witch and brought back to her spooky home, where Aya wastes no time getting her bearings once again. As Suzuki’s quote goes: “If Pippi Longstocking is the strongest girl in the world, then this story is about Aya, who’s the smartest girl in the world.”

The notice leaves two major questions for Ghibli fans in the West, the first being when those of us without access to Japanese television broadcasting will be able to take a look at the film. The other concerns whether the film will employ the studio’s traditional hand-drawn animation techniques, or the CG animation style that Goro has recently adopted with Ronja and his 14-minute short Boro the Caterpillar.

Hardcore Ghibli fans have a somewhat tenuous relationship to Goro’s work, which has not been quite as uniformly excellent as the output of his father or colleague Isao Takahata. But as hope grows scarcer and scarcer, any new work from these soul-leaveners will be preferable to nothing.

Aya and the Witch will air on NHK in winter 2020.

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Pippi Langstrump (Pippi Langkous, Pippi Longstocking) por Truus, Bob & Jan too! Via Flickr: Dutch postcard by Semic International, 1971. A Swedish Pippi Langstrump (Pippi Longstocking, or in Dutch Pippi Langkous) television series was created based on the books by Astrid Lindgren in 1968. The first episode was broadcast on Sveriges Radio TV in February 1969. The production was a Swedish-West German co-production and several German actors had roles in the series. As Astrid Lindgren was unhappy with the 1949 adaptation, she wrote the script herself for this version. The series was directed by Olle Hellbom who also directed several other Astrid Lindgren adaptations. Inger Nilsson gave a confident oddball performance as Pippi. The series has been repeated numerous times on European TV stations. The series was re-edited as two dubbed feature films for the cinemas: Pippi Långstrump/Pippi Longstocking (1969), Pippi går ombord/Pippi Goes on Board (1969) and Här kommer Pippi Långstrump/Here Comes Pippi Longstocking (1973). Another two feature film spin-offs were also shown in the cinemas: Pippi Långstrump på de sju haven/Pippi in the South Seas (1970) and På rymmen med Pippi Långstrump/Pippi on the Run (1970). They became weekend television staples throughout the 1970s and 1980s.

HOW COULD I FORGET?I WAS THEN 11 AND THERE WERE MY LONGEST HAPPY DAYS

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Norwegian Forest Cat – Breeds cats Thank God It’s Freya

Norwegian Forest Cat – Breeds cat Thank God It’s Freya

Freya, for whom the F in TGIF is named, is the Norse goddess of beauty, love, fertility and, on the odd occasion, battle and death. Not to be confused with Frigg, the goddess of marriage, who prefers gauche-white limousines, Freya often goes traveling in a chariot hitched to a team of cats — when she isn’t riding on a golden-bristled boar. Cat lovers contend that Freya rolls out her cats and chariot in the service of love and fertility, reserving the pig for fewer savory occupations. What’s more, say Norwegian forest cat fanciers, the cats providing the horsepower for Freya’s runabout are the mythological antecedents of the Norwegian forest cat.

Forest Cat – Norwegian Woods 

On the physical plane the Norwegian forest cat, Wedgie for short, is a naturally occurring breed whose domain comprises the farms and woodland of central Norway, which territory lies roughly between the 59th and 62nd degrees north latitude. That’s only a snowball’s throw from the Arctic Circle, which begins at 66.5 degrees north latitude. (The only one of the United States that lies above the 59th parallel is Alaska.)

The rough winters of Norway nurtured the forest cat’s vitality, resourcefulness, and sensible, semi-long, water-repellent coat. In order to master his trying domain, the Wegie was also obliged to develop a diehard, constitutional resilience to the harsh, wet climate that rewards the survivors of one winter by allowing them the opportunity to survive another.

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Norwegian Forest Cat, And Other Cool Lynx

Some observers theorize that forest cats are the products of fraternization between shorthaired cats brought to Norway from England by the Vikings 1,000 years ago and longhaired cats imported by the Crusaders in the 11th, 12th and 13th centuries. Others challenge the notion that Crusaders returned from their missionary endeavors with any cats. Still, others assert that Norwegian Vikings, who reigned havoc on the coasts of Europe and beyond from the 8th to the 10th centuries, kept forest cats as mousers and pets. Some of these cats were introduced to the lands toured by the Vikings, thus helping to an extent to restore the balance of trade with those lands. The Vikings’ talent for disseminating cats is credited by some for the presence of semiferal longhair cats in places such as Normandy and the North Atlantic coastal regions of the United States.

Hindsight being no less subject to flights of fancy that is foresight, some people have constructed links between the Norwegian forest cat and the Norwegian lynx. “The most apparent of these,” says one lynxologist, are similarities in size, ruffs, and ear tufts. “Moreover they both like water, and the stories of swimming forest cats who catch their own fish in lakes and rivers are innumerable. The forest cat evidently utilizes the same methods as the Norwegian lynx when it goes fishing.”

Finally, some Wedgie advocates put their own spin on the history of feline domestication: “We do not know … when it [the Wegie] first approached people and joined the ancient tribes in their wanderings.”

Whatever the forest cat’s origin the earliest references to cats that resemble today’s Wegies are found in Norwegian folk tales that were gathered and recorded between 1837 and 1852. Another reference to the Norwegian Forest Cat occurs in Norwegian author Gabriel Scott’s Sølvfaks, a popular children’s book published in 1912. The central character in Sølvfaks (silver fox) is a Norwegian forest cat of the same name.

Norwegian Forest Cat, Truls Rules

For all but the last 20 years or so the Norwegian Forest Cat has been a prophet without pulpit — or papers — in Norway. The Wedgie was left to his considerable devices outdoors while those two-legged Norwegians who succumbed to the spell of the show ring sought the indoor company of Persians, Siamese and other members of the pedigreed fraternity. There had been a few desultory attempts to promote forest cats — a red-and-white Norwegian male was shown in Norway in 1930, and a Norwegian Forest Cat club was started in 1938 — but World War II plowed these tender shoots under and kept the breed from blossoming for several decades.

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To make a worsening situation worse yet, continued postwar breeding between forest cats and shorthair hauskatts, the equivalent of our free-ranging domestic felines, almost stopped the Wegie’s progress cold. Short hair being dominant over long, breedings between shorthair and longhair cats will produce only shorthair kittens, unless the shorthair parent is carrying the recessive gene for long hair.

Fortunately in the early 1970s Carl-Fredrik Nordane, then president of the Norwegian Cat Association, began lobbying on the Wegie’s behalf. He organized a meeting at which the initial Norwegian Forest Cat breeding program was designed, and he helped to charter the Norskskogkattering, a forest-cat breed club that held its first meeting in February 1975. Two and a half years later Nordane traveled to Paris to plead the Wegies’ case before the general assembly of the Fédération Internationale Féline (FIFe), a cat registry that governs shows and related matters in Europe and other parts of the world. Norway’s quarantine laws precluded bringing any Wegies in living color to Paris, but on November 25, 1977, Nordane showed the FIFe assembly slides of two forest cats with certifiably winning names: Truls and Pippi Skogpus. Truly, a brown-tabby-and-white male has been called “a glorious specimen … the first prototype of the Norwegian Forest Cat breed.”

The FIFe board of directors must have agreed. They voted to admit Wegies to the ranks of pedigreed cats eligible to compete for the greater honor and glory of their owners at cat shows. When Nordane returned in triumph to Oslo the following night, flags were flying, music was blaring and 40 cars’ worth of Norwegian Cat Fancy Council members were conducting a joyous, horn-honking line dance.

Norwegian Forest Cat – Every Figure Tells a Story

Two years to the month after its November 1977 anointment by FIFe, the Norwegian forest cat arrived in the United States. Sixteen months later (March 29, 1981) the first Norwegian litter born in this country was delivered. By 1984 the Norwegian Forest Cat was accepted for championship competition by the first of several North American cat-registering associations. Today it is eligible to compete in the shows of all cat registries here.

During the six years following the birth of the first Norwegian forest cats in this country, 350 members of the breed were registered with various cat associations. That works out to fewer than 60 new registrations per year. Such are the numbers of what the cat fancy calls minority breeds. There were, according to the Cat Fanciers’ Association (CFA), only seven breeds out of the 31 it recognized in 1987 that had fewer than 100 new registrations that year. Since then the Norwegian Forest Cat population has grown. In 1997, four years after CFA had recognized Wegies, it enrolled 508 new forest cats. This number, which represented an increase of 9 percent over the preceding year, came at a time when the registrations of many pedigreed breeds — and of pedigreed cats as a tribe — were declining significantly. (The Wegie stood 17th among the 36 breeds recognized by CFA last year.)

The Bottom Lines – Norwegian Forest Cat

Since it was given the keys to the pedigree-cat club’s lounge two decades ago in Europe, the Skogkatt, as the Wegie is known in the land of its birth, has traveled from footnote to spotlight. Referred to as a “living national cultural monument” by many of its fans — and declared “the hottest breed in America’s cat fancy” by a Chicago Tribune writer five years ago — the Norwegian forest cat is a tactile pleasure as well as a visual and temperamental delight.

According to Norse folklore, there was once a Norwegian Forest Cat so heavy that the fearsome Thor — the mighty god of thunder, the Bad, Bad Leroy Brown of all the gods — could not lift the prodigious feline. Whether or not Thor could lift a Norwegian forest cat, it’s safe to say he couldn’t resist petting one.

Norwegian Forest Cat – Built for Success

A person would expect that a cat reputed to have helped pull the goddess Freya’s chariot would be a splendid creation, and the Norwegian forest cat does not disappoint. Known as the Wegie to his American friends — and as the Skogkatt in his native land — the Norwegian forest cat is a moderately long, heavy-boned creature that carries a double coat: a long, smooth outer garment arrayed with oily guard hairs; and a dense, cottony undercoat. This is a coat obviously meant to protect the cat inside it from the great outdoors. It is also a coat that warrants twice weekly brushing. Baths, which give the Wegie an opportunity to demonstrate its water-resistant coat — are determined by the amount of oil that coat exudes.

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Age, climate, and color combine to influence coat development and texture in the Norwegian. “It takes about two years for the coat to come in completely on colors other than tabbies,” says one cat association. Furthermore, “solid colors, tortoiseshells and bi-colors have a smoother, softer coat than tabbies”; and during hot weather, “the tail, ear, and toe tufts” are the only factors that “distinguish the cat as a longhair.”

Large, expressive, almond-shaped eyes — set at a slight angle, with the outer corner somewhat higher than the inner one — gladden the Norwegian forest cat’s triangular head. The Norwegian’s nose is “medium straight” or “medium to long” or “medium-long,” depending on the cat association to which one pledges allegiance. In all cases, the nose should be straight, but females “may exhibit a minimal curve.”

The Norwegian Forest Cat has medium to large ears, slightly rounded at the tip, and set as much on the side of the head as on the top. The ears are upright, alert and arched forward. Ear furnishings are heavy, and lynx tips, though “desirable,” do not constitute a fault by their absence.

Norwegian Forest Cat – Personality Profile

Though Norwegian forest cats take time to mature — not reaching fullest flower until they are five — they waste no time playing a tune on their owners’ heartstrings. “Their purr boxes are constantly working,” says one breeder, “and they continuously exhibit their love of people. If you’re talking on the phone, they’re walking across the receiver; if you’re working at your desk, they’re lying across your papers.”

Without a doubt, say, Norwegian breeders, their cats are tied to people more than any other cat imaginable. “It’s almost like they determine who in the household they want to be attached to for the rest of their lives, and if a Norwegian decides that person is you, you better like cats because he’ll be with you every minute.”

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