Fuzzy:
Is your father dead?
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Cirrhosis. It's a disease of the liver.
Fuzzy:
What, a liver killed him?
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
No, alcohol killed him. He drank himself to death.
Fuzzy:
But did you know him?
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Barely. But it hardly mattered that I knew him.
Fuzzy:
Did you know your mother better?
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Mm-hmm. She's dead now too. She was a nanny.
Fuzzy:
What's a nanny do?
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
She looks after other people's children.
Fuzzy:
Did she grow up around here?
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
No. She was an immigrant.
Fuzzy:
What's an immigrant?
Dr. Wilbur Larch:
Someone not from Maine.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:19