Dorothy Mills Page #2

How can your science

fathom her pure soul?

One of God's angels.

An angel that might end up in prison.

They're not really fond

of women in here, are they?

It's a very devout community.

They take their faith very seriously.

You're not a believer?

Me? No. Jeez.

Had enough of that when I was a kid.

You were born here?

Hmm. And raised.

Tried to escape the place,

but this island is like a magnet.

You can't escape.

There you are.

What is it with white food and this island?

Hey, you've only three days of it.

I have to live here.

I saw Dorothy today.

Yeah? How'd it go?

I think she's scared to death.

- Scared of who?

- Don't know.

Herself, maybe.

Self-loathing can be a powerful driver.

Don't stare at her too long there, John.

You know what these shrinks are like.

Wouldn't want her to know

we're thinking about f***ing her.

Jesus.

Dear Lord...

...once again we ask You

to shower Your blessings upon us.

Give unto Your servant Dorothy

the warmth of Your divine light.

Let her find the way

through the halls of darkness.

Talk to me.

I know you're there, my son.

Say hello to your mother, son.

Happy Birthday, son.

Perhaps this is not the time.

I'm sorry, mate.

Hello!

Janey!

What's up, lying shrink?

Hope we're not wakin' you up, eh!

We don't need you!

Go back to where you belong!

Would you calm down, John?

Come on, lad. They're only kids.

- Christ Almighty!

- Jesus.

They're just kids, John.

- It's just kids messing about.

- Let go of me.

I'll f***ing kill them.

They were underneath

my window, waiting for me.

Look, I can see you're upset.

But I know everybody on this island.

There aren't any teenagers

that fit that description.

Or orange cars, for that matter.

You think I'm imagining this?

No, but...

Look,

if it helps, I'll stick around

for the next couple of days, okay?

You're leaving Sunday, right?

That's my son.

Lives with his mother on the mainland.

Do you have any kids?

A little boy.

Yeah?

He died.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Um, I'd better go.

Thanks for the drink.

When my sister died,

there was no one else to look after her.

So it was natural she stay with me.

What about Dorothy's father?

We never knew him.

Mabel wasn't promiscuous,

you understand?

She was fanciful,

flighty.

She wasn't simple, either,

no matter what the others say.

She just couldn't seem

to hold down a job

until she took the job

in the funeral parlor,

laying out the dead.

She liked that.

But she was a good mother.

And she kept Dorothy safe

from the other children.

Do you have any idea why she was

bullied by the other children?

Because they hated

anyone or anything

that was different.

God help the child.

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