[George is talking about a day out with his mother when he was a child]
George Marlow:
Just as we got to the gates. The lads they all saw it... The wind blew her wig off.
Moyra Henson:
[begins to laugh]
You're kidding me? Blew her wig off? No...
[she bursts into hysterical laughter]
George Marlow:
It wasn't funny, Moyra!
Moyra Henson:
[laughing]
I'm sorry.
George Marlow:
Dad ran down the road to try and get it back.
[Moyra continues to laugh]
George Marlow:
Mum just stood there. I didn't know she had no hair... Well, Dad tried to help her put it back on, but he got the parting on the wrong...
[Moyra continues to laugh hysterically]
George Marlow:
Underneath all that glamour she was... ugly. Like she was someone I never knew.
Moyra Henson:
Did all the kids see it?
[George nods]
Moyra Henson:
Did she ever mention it again?
[George shakes his head]
Moyra Henson:
I've never said anything; it's always been obvious to me, I mean... Just thought it was old age. How long has she been bald then?
George Marlow:
Dunno, she never mentions it. Still pretends, always telling me she needs a good shampoo and trim.
Moyra Henson:
Just goes to show you - the Rita Hayworth of Warrington was really Yul Brynner in disguise.
[they both slowly burst into laughter]
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