{"id":4997,"date":"2023-07-13T00:56:00","date_gmt":"2023-07-12T21:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/?p=4997"},"modified":"2023-07-13T10:07:20","modified_gmt":"2023-07-13T07:07:20","slug":"lara-page-56","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/avnergivoni.com\/en\/lara-page-56\/","title":{"rendered":"Lara &#8211; Page 56"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>INT. NIGHT. MINE<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"color:#374151; font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; font-size:24px\">Tom paces around the fire incessantly, while the anguished cries of Claudine fill the background.<\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>TOM (filled with concern and frustration)<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">It has been eight hours since we arrived, and the birth doesn&#39;t appear to be progressing.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Silence.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>CLAUDINE&#39;S FATHER (troubled)<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">My brother and son haven&#39;t returned from hunting yet. I&#39;m unsure what&#39;s keeping them away for so long.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">A long silence follows, but suddenly, the cry of a newborn baby echoes through the hall. Tom lifts his head, astonished by the sound, and approaches the women at the side of the hall. Claudine&#39;s mother hands him a bundle wrapped in cloth.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>CLAUDINE&#39;S MOTHER<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">That&#39;s your son, Tom. Take him.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Times New Roman&quot;,&quot;serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Tom, filled with excitement, cradles his son in his hands, tears streaming down his face. He then kneels beside the exhausted and sweat-drenched Claudine, still holding their son. He places the baby on her stomach and chest, <\/span>enveloping them both in his embrace.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Tom and Claudine&#39;s father sit around the fire, eating. Claudine&#39;s mother changes the baby&#39;s diaper, revealing his naked body.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>CLAUDINE&#39;S MOTHER (to her daughter)<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">Have you seen this little one? He has a birthmark shaped like a butterfly on his back.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>CLAUDINE (lovingly embracing her baby)<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">Yes, I&#39;ve noticed. Tom also has a similar mark. I hope this is a good omen.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">Inside the mine hall, near the fire, Tom and Claudine&#39;s father are filled with both joy and worry.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>CALUDINE&#39;S FATHER<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">I&#39;m afraid they got caught in the storm.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>TOM<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; margin-left:48px; margin-right:48px\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\">Knowing them, I believe they will be fine.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Tahoma,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><strong><u>INT. MONING. INSIDE THE MINE<\/u><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr\"><span style=\"font-size:24px\"><span style=\"font-family:Arial,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"font-family:&quot;Tahoma&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;\"><span style=\"color:#374151\">The first light of dawn wakes Claudine&#39;s father. He stands up, walks over to Tom, and whispers to him.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n<p style=\"direction:ltr; text-align:center\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; INT. NIGHT. 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