31 Drink your whiskey.

"Lara, I've reserved to the Republic restaurant, you're happy, are not you?"

As usual and you always ask me if I am happy but if I answer no, I have the right to a sermon for one hour, old bag. "Very happy old bag."

What? What did I say to deserve such a sharp look? Ha! I think I thought again a little loud. "Lara little unworthy girl. Shameless clocharde and blah blah...»

The advantage with my hobbies is that in addition to being paid, the filmmakers scream me so often that now, I have a unique ability. The anti-howling shield. It is automatic, it activates alone when I get too much reproach, the people make me the moral, or when the explanations have no end or are very boring. In those moments the sounds no longer reach my brain or the latter do not treat anymore correctly the information. Anyway, all I hear is a series of fun little blah blah that make me spend time. Of course, this ability is not perfect, it has a fatal flaw, the expression on my face can betray me at any time. So, in order not to reveal this secret, I used to keep a sorry and regretful face during these blah blahs and in general, my noisy assailants stop themselves, but not him. The old bag or old grouch is different. A politician is formidable, it is a kind of expert in rhetoric that can talk without tiring on the same subject for hours by fixing his interlocutor became his prey. As I know he will get tired before me, I turn my eyes to the window of his ugly car and pulls his tongue out. I did not think so, but the sight of this old man is really good and he saw my subtle action so his roar redouble.

11h55am

We enter his favorite restaurant, which is decorated in a way reminiscent of a European medieval castle. It is still early and therefore, few reserved tables are occupied at the moment. Our table is always the same, in fact on the far right. Yes, because the people on the left sold themselves to communists and immigrants according to him. As we begin to move forward, I find an ally in a man who seems to be a longtime opponent of the old bag.

"Prescott old hoodlum then you're here. Sorry to see you're not dead yet. Think a little about us, you could at least give us this pleasure. I confess that seeing you constantly in the upper room and now here gives me nausea. Curse, I believe that my lunch, which I made a joy for myself, is ruined."

The old bag redder than red screams in the restaurant. "Mac Flaerty, pretentious little democrat shit sold to pests. How dare you come to my favorite restaurant when I come to have lunch peacefully with my little girl? Get up and prove to me that you have something in your pants, you who associate with lesbians and who are for gay marriage. You traitor who question the DOMA, I will rid this country of the growing threat that you represent."

I will have to be ashamed but with him it's always the same. He is racist, against gay and intolerant in general but the most serious is that he is very proud to defend his retrograde ideas with pride this old grumpy. "Grandpa, your whiskey is going to heat up and I'm very hungry."

The other man did not seem to have seen me yet. He looks at me, smiles and then looks at my grandfather again. "She is very beautiful your little girl Prescott, yes too beautiful. Are you sure your son does not wear horns? Cuckold like his father, that one."

"Fucked, I'm going to kill you."

Once again, even today, the waiters run to separate the two old Senators who once again fight in full restaurant. Their occasional work done, they accompany us to our table, while preventing the old bag from moving who trying to rush once more on his opponent. "You should be ashamed, you are old, your arms are all soft, but you behave like an idiot. Ah, older than yesterday but you're still stupid grandfather. I should have shut up that? I'm going to the bathroom."

"Lara, sit down darling, I did not come to Los Angeles to argue with you again, but for serious discussion. I'm not kidding, I will not scold you, I promise."

He is sick? He realized he was impotent and senile? He only likes to argue, talk has never interested him. "Ok I listen but you worry me. To see you behaving intelligently disturbs me a lot you know. Are you sure you're ok? Oh, my grandpa discovered the intelligence a bit late but it's still won."

"Lara kind of, nothing, nothing. Lara sweetie, I know about the trip you're going to do and..."

No, no, shut your mouth old thing crumpled. "This is an exceptional opportunity. I absolutely want to make this trip and I will not be alone and I..."

"You shut up and you listen to me for once. This country I do not like it then you stay in the United States and you find something else to do or you do nothing. Personally I do not appreciate very much that my little girl shows her pretty little face and buttocks to the world and it's not new. To come back to what I said, you will not go, it's a country of soviets. You have nothing to do there. You're American, not a Communist and a proud American woman like anyone living in a democracy worthy of the name, do not visit these uneducated people who yesterday were throwing stones at their soldiers."

I never showed my buttocks, or even my belly. Old annoying bag that never looked at what I did. You should be ashamed to treat your little girl as the last of the easy girls. "That's all you have to say? Mom agrees so you can say what you want, it will not change anything. Drink your whiskey before you say your usual stupidities again or I'm leaving."