Okay, this is the sequel to 'The Man Who Cried'. I just love this movie so
much! So, please R&R! ENJOY!!!!! Flames will just be laughed and pointed
at.
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The funeral was a small, nicely done one. No more then eight people arrived, but there was enough tears shed so it seemed to be more. The funeral home was a small and beautiful one. Flowers of many different varieties adorned their places along the windowsills and around the casket. The sunlight shone in through the windows, casting light on everything and everyone. But not one person's face showed happiness. Only sorrow was seen in everyone's eyes. Everyone's eyes were filled with tears as they went up to the casket to pray and say goodbye to there loved one.
Among them was Suzie, full to the brim with tears. A handkerchief was hanging loosely from her right hand and her left hand was wiping a tear off of her tear-streaked face. Her ebony black hair fell to her shoulders, ending in a slight curl. Her simple dark blue dress somehow shone in the sunlight. Her eyes were closed and she was as still as she ever could be. The only sound coming from her was her light breathing and the occasional sobs. After a moments pause, her eyes opened and she stepped towards the casket. After glancing at the face of her loved one, she could no longer hold in her sobs. The tears fell down her face, the sobs the only sound in the air.
The man in the casket was her father. Dressed in his best clothing, he lied their, not moving. His arms lay rather limply at his sides and his skin was pale. His face showed no emotion, but there was a tiny hint of a smile on his face. Suzie kneeled down next to the casket and looked at her father. She closed her eyes and a single tear fell onto the dead man's cheek. Her hands covered her face and she muttered a small prayer. After the prayer was finished, and after Suzie uncovered her face, she bent over and kissed her father's brow. With that, she stood and exited the funeral home slowly.
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On the bed was an open suitcase, filled with clothing. The drawers were open and empty, and a few small piles of folded clothing were next to the suitcase. Suzie was packing her clothing and personal belongings. Now that her father was dead, she had no reason to remain in America. The Hollywood life was not for her, for she did not like to be pampered and fussed over. She didn't care how she looked or how famous she was, she just wanted her voice to be heard and enjoyed. Enjoyed by all people, not just rich people.
After she finished packing she sat down on her suitcase and held her face in her hands. All the people she loved were taken away from her. Her mother, Lola and now her father. Sometimes she hated being a Jew. Being a Jew had caused her to leave Cesar. That she could not handle. Now, she was going back to Paris, in hopes to fins Cesar. She sighed a little and put her suitcase on the ground. Lying on her back, she fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
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The bed on the boat was an uncomfortable one, but it was all Suzie could afford. She lay on her bed, looking up at the rusted ceiling of the boat. All she could think about was being held in Cesar's arms and not having any worries. But she feared that she may run into some old enemies…
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The funeral was a small, nicely done one. No more then eight people arrived, but there was enough tears shed so it seemed to be more. The funeral home was a small and beautiful one. Flowers of many different varieties adorned their places along the windowsills and around the casket. The sunlight shone in through the windows, casting light on everything and everyone. But not one person's face showed happiness. Only sorrow was seen in everyone's eyes. Everyone's eyes were filled with tears as they went up to the casket to pray and say goodbye to there loved one.
Among them was Suzie, full to the brim with tears. A handkerchief was hanging loosely from her right hand and her left hand was wiping a tear off of her tear-streaked face. Her ebony black hair fell to her shoulders, ending in a slight curl. Her simple dark blue dress somehow shone in the sunlight. Her eyes were closed and she was as still as she ever could be. The only sound coming from her was her light breathing and the occasional sobs. After a moments pause, her eyes opened and she stepped towards the casket. After glancing at the face of her loved one, she could no longer hold in her sobs. The tears fell down her face, the sobs the only sound in the air.
The man in the casket was her father. Dressed in his best clothing, he lied their, not moving. His arms lay rather limply at his sides and his skin was pale. His face showed no emotion, but there was a tiny hint of a smile on his face. Suzie kneeled down next to the casket and looked at her father. She closed her eyes and a single tear fell onto the dead man's cheek. Her hands covered her face and she muttered a small prayer. After the prayer was finished, and after Suzie uncovered her face, she bent over and kissed her father's brow. With that, she stood and exited the funeral home slowly.
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On the bed was an open suitcase, filled with clothing. The drawers were open and empty, and a few small piles of folded clothing were next to the suitcase. Suzie was packing her clothing and personal belongings. Now that her father was dead, she had no reason to remain in America. The Hollywood life was not for her, for she did not like to be pampered and fussed over. She didn't care how she looked or how famous she was, she just wanted her voice to be heard and enjoyed. Enjoyed by all people, not just rich people.
After she finished packing she sat down on her suitcase and held her face in her hands. All the people she loved were taken away from her. Her mother, Lola and now her father. Sometimes she hated being a Jew. Being a Jew had caused her to leave Cesar. That she could not handle. Now, she was going back to Paris, in hopes to fins Cesar. She sighed a little and put her suitcase on the ground. Lying on her back, she fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.
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The bed on the boat was an uncomfortable one, but it was all Suzie could afford. She lay on her bed, looking up at the rusted ceiling of the boat. All she could think about was being held in Cesar's arms and not having any worries. But she feared that she may run into some old enemies…