[the doors have unlocked, and Helen and Adam are thrilled; Calvin slightly less so]
Adam:
Do we just go on up?
Calvin:
No, son. Now is the time we must be at our most cautious. We wait for night.
Helen:
Oh, shit!
[Helen, realizing Adam has heard her, immediately covers her mouth]
Calvin:
Helen Thomas Webber! Maybe we have been down here a little too long. Pardon her French, son.
Adam:
"Shit" is French?
Calvin:
[uncomfortably]
Well, it's archaic French. It's a sixteenth century colloquialism, meaning, roughly, good.
Helen:
Your father's right.
Adam:
Well. "Shit"!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:52