Nightingale Page #2

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I'm fine. How are you?

Uh, she's not here.

I think she went shopping or something.

I don't know. She didn't say.

You should see what she bought today.

It just came in the mail.

It's this ridiculous makeup mirror.

Probably cost over $100 or something.

Maybe you should come

and live with her for a while.

Yeah, I know you're married, Vicki.

How is Charlie Sphincter doing, anyway?

Well, you're the one who gave it to him.

You are, too.

Anyway, it's the perfect name

for him and you know it.

No, I'm not working today.

No, I'm not gonna get fired.

I was sick that one time.

What did you want me to do?

Get up from my deathbed?

God! I don't even wanna

talk to you right now.

That's right, Mother! Smoking in the house!

I'm sorry it's not even 5:00 yet, Mother.

I'm breaking all the rules.

Look, I'm not even dressed yet.

And the police haven't come to arrest me.

Turns out there's not a law that says

you have to get up every morning at 7:00,

put on your clothes and your makeup

and your costume jewelry.

Whoever would have guessed that?

It is my day off and I'm trying to relax.

Not that it's possible around here

with the doorbells

and the telephones ringing

every 15 seconds.

God, what a f***ing zoo.

Hey, Edward.

F***.

Hey, Edward! It's Peter Snowden.

Hey, no big deal, man.

Just wanted to catch up.

Uh...

Will you call me, please?

You know the number.

So listen, Edward...

I know you're probably

never gonna get this message,

but whatever, right?

If through some miracle of God

you actually hear these words,

I just wanted to tell you

how much I miss our conversations.

You hear that, Gloria? Our conversations!

I swear, it's like there's some conspiracy

that says I can't be

friends with another man.

I mean, is there some sort of

friendship law I'm not aware of?

If so, illuminate me!

Sh*t, I hate talking to

this f***ing machine.

Sorry, sorry.

I know you hate it when

I use that language.

I'm getting better, actually.

Mother says so.

Edward, just give me a call.

Just please... Just give me a call.

Please?

Trout in walnut sauce.

Love that.

Roast sherry duck.

Hmm.

I don't know.

Sh*t!

This should be fun.

All right, hang on!

Okay, here we go.

Ready?

Oh, look!

Nice stationery.

"My dearest Lillian,

"grace and peace to you

from the Lord, our Father."

She sounds like Paul's letter

to the Ephesians.

"I trust my words find you in good health.

"You are my oldest friend

and I do miss you so.

"It has been beastly hot here in Mobile

as I'm sure you remember.

"Zachariah and Maybelline

"are expecting their first

grandbaby next spring,

"which will make me a grandmama

for the very first time,

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