Stealing Beauty Page #2

Yes.

Most people can't.

(Billie holiday Singing

"I'll Be Seeing You")

I'll be seeing you

In every lovely summer face

Very strange,

that father of hers.

He's never cared about my work.

He hated the portrait

I did of Sarah.

Why does he suddenly

want Lucy to come here?

Maybe it was Lucy

who wanted to come.

Now she's here,

stranded with us old fogies.

Speak for yourself.

I'm sure she'd rather

be out chasing boys...

around on a beach somewhere.

Seemed rather serious to me.

Being chased--

19 is all about boys.

You know, I caught her...

Looking at a picture

of Christopher.

Christopher?

Why not? She's 19.

Not sleepy?

No. Not at all.

have to finish Daisy's dress.

I must switch off all the lights.

I'll try not to wake you up...

when I get in.

Come here.

Good-night kiss?

Another one?

You were 19 once, I suppose,

weren't you?

I suppose I must have been.

Yes?

Excuse me, but you

wouldn't happen to have...

any more of that exotic brand

of cigarette I can smell,

would you?

Hi.

It's not my best play.

I really liked it.

It's the one

they'll remember me for.

I'm not contagious, you know.

I always smoke this way

with other people.

One doctor even

gave me three months.

One said a week or two, depending.

According to the third,

I should be dead as we speak.

I tend to...

think of the first doctor

as being the wisest.

That's terrible.

You're not one

of those moralistic...

young people, are you?

What do you mean?

I mean sex.

Do you disapprove of sex?

No.

Nothing more transporting,

I seem to remember...

except perhaps good grass.

I wouldn't really know.

I haven't really had it that much.

Grass?

No. Sex.

Hmm?

You mean you never

slept with anybody?

No.

A beautiful girl like you?

Well...

do you remember my mother...

having a pair of green sandals?

Sandals?

I think so.

She could have.

She wore wonderful clothes.

Excuse me.

She was the best-dressed poet.

Writing transporting little...

verses in between

fashion shoots and--

Why?

Why have you never

wanted to sleep with anyone?

It's not that I...

haven't wanted

to sleep with anyone.

Hmm?

Tell me.

It's not as if I'm going

to know for very long.

There was this one guy

that I really liked.

I met him in the summer

when I was 15.

Mm-hmm.

He was the first person

I really kissed...

and, um, we wrote

each other for a while.

There was this

one letter about, um,

him having an animal...

prowling through his heart,

and I memorized the whole thing.

But then after a while,

they just stopped.

And then your mum died,

and everything stopped.

Hmm?

It's not because of my mother.

Her death has nothing

to do with it.

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