All About E Page #3

and to the point. Come in.

This is you, the page of cups -

beautiful, artistic,

emotional...

Deep.

But reversed,

this is the immature card.

I could have told you that.

More swords behind you.

Great loss or heartbreak.

- Her younger brother.

- Matt, don't.

Michael. He was only 17.

Killed - drunk driver.

- Terrible!

- Matt, shut up!

This doesn't feel like a man.

- This feels like a woman.

- Ok.

We don't have time

for this psychic babble.

E! How can you be so rude?

Can we borrow your car?

Shite, shite!

What are we going to do, E?

Why don't we ask Johnny?

He knows all the heavies.

Stop running to feckin Johnny

all the time.

I'm just saying

he'd know what to do.

What a grand idea... let's go

live with uncle Johnny.

You got any better ideas?

What about Bali, or Shanghai?

My one and only chance

to travel first-class...

How was I supposed to know

you need ID

for domestic travel?

You went to college!

I rely on you.

Well, you shouldn't!

I dropped out.

Hey, this is E.

- Elmira?

- Hi, mumma. It's me.

Matt and I were thinking

of visiting you and dad.

We... we could come now,

really.

Clarinet concerto in a minor

penny for them?

It'll cost you.

Oh, really how much?

You can't afford it.

Says who, Princess?

- Princess?!

- Yeah!

- Says me, skippy!

- We'll see about that!

Move in with me.

What?

Move in with me.

Really?

Really.

Ok.

Jaysus! Can we not

play something else?

Your man Kenny g sounds like

he's being strangled.

Ow! What was that for?

Kenny g plays the sax,

not the clarinet.

Sax, clarinet -

what's the diff?

Equal love, equal life

whether you're man

and husband or woman and wife

equal love, equal life

we're spelling it out - lgbt

better than Mozart

better than Mozart

better than Mozart...

Wollongong!

Equal love

equal life, equal life

we're spelling it out - lgbti

equal love equal love

equal life equal li...

who keeps ringing?

No-one.

'No-one!'

you find them?

I dinnae believe this.

The biggest deal of my life.

And that's the good life.

Every time we passed

the stacks, dad would say,

'see this? this biggest

in Southern hemisphere.

I work here for you.

This what get you good school,

good house, good life.'

I've tried so hard

to get away...

And I'm here again.

- Sh*t!

- Ignore it.

I can't.

- Ok, ok. I'll answer it.

- No!

- No!

- Hello?

- Elmira?

- Hello, mrs Malouf.

- Elmira?

- No, this is Trish.

- Hello, mumma.

- Who?

- No, it's me.

- You still in bed?

No, mumma.

I've been up for hours.

Who answered your phone.

You have visitor?

No, that's Trish.

You know, my flatmate.

I have some

very important news.

Your cousin Darina,

she christen the baby Michael

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