Barbie as Rapunzel Page #3

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played on the guitar by that knockout,

whose name I still don't know.

-The woman in the window?

-Yes, the woman in the window.

Well, no wonder you're having trouble

finishing your bloody book.

-I finished it.

-No.

-I handed it in yesterday.

-Well done.

No, I'm a nervous wreck.

I don't know what I'll do if it doesn't make it.

-Come on.

-No, I don't know what I'll do.

I'll be chauffeuring

the goddamned limos again...

-Rubbish!

-All my confidence is gone.

Because of you, partially,

my confidence is gone.

Hello?

Hi, Mum. Come in.

Why does she have to

come over here so often?

I mean, it's once, twice. It's endless!

I'm trying to relax here.

My nerves are shot from waiting.

I know. She can't stand to be alone.

And, you know, I worry about her, Roy.

She's taken to talking to herself a bit, lately.

And you encourage her

with that phony mind-reader.

Well, okay, yes!

Cristal is a fake. We know that, but...

Thank God she buys into it,

and it gives her peace of mind,

and don't you try and spoil it for her, please.

Okay, look, I'm not gonna say anything.

I just don't think you help her by going

into that garbage about foretelling her future.

She needs medicine, not illusions.

No, not if the illusions

work better than the medicine.

-Here I am, darling.

-Hi, Mum!

I've just come from a session with Cristal.

That woman is uncanny.

I know you have

a cold, scientific background, Roy.

-Yes, I have a tough time with mumbo-jumbo.

-Roy, please!

Look, if you feel better, then it's just...

I don't know.

We discussed you.

She was very positive about your future.

Though, to be perfectly candid,

she didn't see it in literature.

Well, that's too bad.

Let's hope she's channeling

the wrong spirits.

She's rarely wrong.

Mum, Roy just handed in

his new novel this week.

He's on tenterhooks while they read it.

Well, I'm only saying

not to build your hopes up.

-Cristal said...

-No, I don't care what Cristal said. Okay?

Mum, nobody's infallible! Please! Let it...

I know she's always right with your future,

but it doesn't mean she knows Roy's.

She's never even met him!

She was very complimentary

in her readings about Roy,

just not necessarily as a writer.

Not at this point in time.

She did say one day,

perhaps, with maturity...

Oh, by the way,

could I have another glove of yours?

I'm sorry, but she lost the first one.

What glove?

Did you give her my missing glove? Jesus!

Did he take the book home with him?

But no clue whether he could

get to it this weekend?

Okay. No, I'll call back.

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