Sweet, Sweet Lonely Girl Page #2
- Year:
- 2016
- 76 min
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won't happen again.
About an advance?
Do you think...
Dora:
You're justlike your mother.
You'll get paid next
week, as we agreed.
I finished all my chores.
I'm headng out soon.
I'm just trying to
help, you know.
Dora:
Wait.I didn't mean what I said.
You're not like her.
She's pregnant, you know.
I don't know if you
knew that or not.
If it's a girl she's gonna
name her dory, after you.
Aunt dora?
Aunt dora, this
isn't funny.
Aunt dora,
open the door!
Aunt dora, this
isn't funny!
it's beautiful.
Beth:
Can I tellyou something?
I had an abortion.
I was with a friend.
Not too far from here.
We took some quaaludes and...
There was this guy.
Just laying there on the shore.
He kept looking at us.
So I took my shirt off.
And he just... he
just laid there.
So I ran up nice
and close and...
Kicked some sand in his face.
And when he turned over...
You could see he was hard.
I whispered in my friends ear...
You go first.
I just stood there,
listening to her moan.
Then it was my turn.
And he just laid there.
His face all red...
Still covered in sand.
Til he came inside me.
Men are pigs.
Beth:
Yeah.For sure.
You know, it's pretty easy
to put a collar on a pig.
this is buzzle.
My dad gave him to me
just before he died.
How did he die?
Adele:
Car accident. Iwas only seven.
Beth:
That sucks.So your aunt, she's...
My mom's older sister.
Step sister. A lot
older, actually.
When I was little, my mom would
drop me off with her sometimes.
For the weekend.
Mama pajama.
That's what I would call her.
and eat cookies in our pjs.
And she would tell me strange
stories about my grandparents.
For fun.
So she was normal.
Adele:
She was never normal.She was never like
this. This bad.
We would go out. To the
park and fly kites.
Never anywhere where there was
a crowd or anything like that.
Beth:
How'd she get so bad?Who knows.
I haven't seen her,
in like, forever.
She's got money
and my mom thinks she's
gonna get all of it.
Beth:
And you're just here,keeping an eye on things?
Something like that.
Who knows, maybe she'll
leave you everything.
The house. You know, the monkey.
Adele:
Yeah, right.I don't think so.
She doesn't like me very much.
Not anymore.
Can you imagine though?
My mom would freak.
I had fun today.
Thank you.
I love you, Adele.
What's wrong?
Nothing. I'm just,
I'm not really...
Okay.
Here. Just lie in
bed. Next to me.
whisper:
Adele.Adele:
Who was that?Just a neighbor.
Mrs. connolly.
Sweet old lady.
Adele:
I thought youdidn't like old people.
Beth:
I invited a friend over.He should be here soon.
Here's fine. Just
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