She's Lost Control Page #2

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She ran off,

she packed her suitcase,

even took her meds.

I don't know,

must have gone barefoot,

'cause her shoes are still here.

Okay.

Was anyone watching her?

Yes, I was...

I was watching her.

I mean, I'm also trying to watch

my kid at the same time,

and I don't have four eyes...

I know, Andro, I'm sorry.

I didn't...

You know, I called the cops,

we're two days in,

but you know how it is up here.

I was thinkin' about puttin'

some flyers out myself.

A good idea.

I can't find a good photo

of her,

it's f***ed up.

I'm sorry.

Do you need money?

Do I... do I need money?

No.

Thanks.

Look, I should probably go,

okay?

Hey Andro, I'm sorry.

Call me back, all right?

Okay.

You can call me.

Okay.

Try it.

Got it.

Listen.

What we're trying to do here

is help you

so that when you meet someone

special in your real life,

you can make it work out.

With Ronah, you have a kind of

professional intimacy,

which is different in its depth

of emotional bonds

and its self disclosure

than a personal relationship.

Now is there anything,

anything at all about her

that you do like?

Just pick anything.

Do you like the way

that she cares about you?

Do you like the way

that she's sincere

and that she really cares

about you,

she really wants to help you?

Anything?

I don't know, her hair is...

t's soft.

I didn't know

it could be so soft.

Well, okay.

Tell her that.

Tell her that.

Hey.

Hi.

I made some dinner.

Are you hungry?

Okay.

So, what's going on

with your bathroom?

Well, whatever they did,

it didn't work.

It's still leaking.

It's leaking again.

Landlord won't return my calls.

- Gerry, the super, he's useless.

- I know.

I can't wait to get out

of this shithole.

- So sorry.

- Yeah, me, too,

but I did due diligence, so...

devil may care, right?

This is really good.

Does it need salt?

No, it's delicious.

Thanks.

You know, I thought there was

this blond guy living here.

Kind of hot?

No.

You have a washer?

It's... actually was left here

by the previous tenant.

He sold it to me for 22 dollars.

That's my favorite number.

It is?

How come?

It's a long story

involving my 22nd birthday.

I just kind of arbitrarily ended

up at this bar called Love 22.

- I don't know that.

- Yeah, I don't think

it even exists anymore, but...

the bartender told me

that 22 is the love number

because if you add the numbers

on the phone that spell "love,"

they add up to 22, so...

just kind of stuck.

Okay.

So what do you do anyway?

I'm getting my Master's

in Behavioral Psychology.

I've just... I've done

a lot of social work.

I'm Applied Psychology.

I'm the PR liaison

for this start-up company.

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