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............................................................................Marcel PROUST
Nicole: Daddy, can I talk to you about something? Andre: Of course. You can talk to me about anything. Nicole: Anything? Andre: Anything at all. What is it? Tell me. Nicole: Promise not to yell. Andre: I promise. Now tell me. Nicole: It's really not that bad. Andre: Tell me. Nicole: You said you wouldn't yell. Andre: That was not yelling, trust me. Nicole: I told Ben you weren't my father. Andre: Why? Nicole: Because I wanted to impress him. Andre: What did you tell him I was? A famous pianist? A writer? What? Nicole: [she takes a deep breath] I told him you were my lover. Andre: Are you serious? Nicole: Yes. Andre: Are you out of your mind? What the hell were you thinking about? Nicole: You're yelling. Andre: Of course I'm yelling! My daughter tells some stranger that her father is her, her... Nicole: *Lover*! Andre: Oh, God! I hate that word. It's so... so graphic.