A normal football pitch on a Sunday afternoon.
And a not-so-normal family with a bodyguard.
– Do you see her anywhere?
– She’s the goal keeper, isn’t she?
“COME ON SAMMY!”
– She did it!
– They’re only training, mum. The game hasn’t begun yet.
Upon Sen’s recommendation, the ladies took a seat.
And Sam was soon running to them: “Grandma! Mum!”
– You came!
– Of course we came! I wouldn’t miss that for the world!
– Mum, erm… this is my friend Jonathan.
– Your friend?
– Yeah, and he’s even invited me to the amusement park. Can I go?
– My, this is serious. Is he your ‘friend friend’ or your boyfriend?
– Forget it, my mother’s the same when I tell her about you. They just don’t get it.
– So can I go? Will you ask grandpa for me?
– I’d try your father instead if I were you. You’d stand a better chance with him. He’s right behind you, just wait until he’s done with his super important phone call or whatever.
– Oh no… seriously?
– He promised he wouldn’t be long.
– *angry stare*
– Erm… Ok, I need to hang up now.
“I won’t be available for the next hour or so. Just get along without me.”
– Sorry about that, Sam.
– Can’t you just forget your phone somewhere?
“There are too many things depending on me. So I have to stay available. Do you understand?”
– Grandpa says that I will have to be aware of everything at any time. Is that what you do?
– That’s what I try to do, yes.
“Don’t worry about that now, love. This is your time. You’re going to show us what you’re capable of, aren’t you?”
– Nice display of fatherly affection.
– Why is it that everything you say has to sound bitter and contemptuous?
“Sorry, Ivy. That was unkind, I didn’t mean it.”
– I’m clutching at straws here, Nate.
– I know.
– But you’re right. I am bitter and contemptuous. I’ve accumulated too much frustration.
– We’ll find a way. I’m not comfortable with it, but I promise I’ll think about what you asked for.
“Just… don’t avoid me, ok?”
Ivy’s voice was no more than a whisper. “I… only wanted to be with you.”
– Look at my parents, I think they’re making up!
– Look at mine, my dad’s like yours: always on the phone!
Which is only natural when your dad is Gabriel Leneuf.
– Who made those plans?! I had just had a look at them, and they’ve been left half-done! Can’t you find an architect who knows anything about buildings?!
– Gabe, your son will start to play…
– That’s bullshit!
– Oh well… Jonathan darling, your mommy is watching you.