Some Kind of Beautiful Page #2

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Olivia, my gorgeous Englishman...

- ...Richard Haig. Thank you.

- You look great.

So me, my dad, and my mom are staying

at this hotel that we always stay at,

and my dad keeps running off saying he has

meetings, or appointments, or whatever.

And finally my mom gets fed up,

and she decides to tail him one day

to one of his "meetings".

Ends up following him

to the other end of the beach

where Livvy is staying with her mom.

And all hell breaks loose.

Our dad is leading a double life,

- like raising two families at the same time.

- What a naughty boy.

Right? Crazy.

Anyway...

I take Kate to the beach, I'm sitting there

and I'm trying to process everything.

What my father did, my poor mom,

and the fact that I have

this little lovely sister.

For me, I mean, I was stoked.

I always wanted a big sister.

And I decide the only way we can protect

each other from this craziness

is if Kate and I make

a pact, no secrets.

Absolute honesty.

From this day forward,

we would tell each other everything.

No matter what, always.

And we have.

And we're, like, best friends.

So, Livvy...

how is your Alan?

What?

Please. Tell us about Alan.

He's great.

Livvy's Alan is the Alan Sloan.

You know, the romance writer?

And Livvy edits his books,

and they're totally in love.

Madly and totally in love

with a romance writer.

- That sounds fascinating.

- Well,

no more than the Romantics professor's

passion for his students, surely.

- Livvy, be nice.

- Yes, Kate.

Would either of you like

a little taste of my steak?

- No thanks.

- It's very tender.

- You're unbelievable, aren't you?

- I'm sorry?

Of course. On the verge

of graduating, going home.

She's the perfect catch

for you, isn't she?

- Hey.

- I get it. I get it.

He's hot, and funny, and smart,

and he's got the suave accent.

But all I see is a lothario

with an eternally wandering eye

who simply charmed

the pants off you, literally.

- Livvy, what are you doing?

- Kate, I know this feels like love,

but no, no, no, no.

This is not love. This is a fling.

How do you know?

What are you even saying?

Obviously, you're looking

for a father figure, but in our case

it means a self-centered, cheating

womanizer who's not to be trusted.

And you're just so young,

you can't see it.

How young were you

when you ran off with Anwar.

- We thought I was pregnant!

- Well, I am.

- What?

- What?

- I wanted to tell you earlier, but...

- Pregnant? With a baby?

Yeah.

I wanted to tell you another way,

but this is like so weird, I just...

No, this is the perfect way.

This is really the perfect way, I think.

You know what? This is great.

Really great.

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