The Disappearance of Eleanor Rigby: Her Page #2

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first had them, in Luberon?

- Mm-mm.

- No?

You were four,

and you were so fat.

My mother and I would cook

a big plate of them,

and left it on the kitchen table,

and, uh, you would eat one and one

and one and the other

until the plate was...

completely empty.

You went to nursery school

that fall, and all these women

gave me those weird looks,

and... they were wondering

what I was feeding you with.

- Well, I was a butterball.

- I felt completely stupid.

Like I had no idea

what I was doing,

the way those women

looked at me.

Did you?

Did I what?

Did you know what you were doing?

I think I didn't realize

I wouldn't be able to retrieve

all the opportunities

I threw away then.

You're not the only one who's

done stupid things to herself.

My darling.

Charlie called for you.

Oh. What'd she have to say for herself?

Just wanted to see how you were.

She's trying too hard.

She wants you to come to dinner

with her and Aldy

and a bunch of fabulous people

this weekend.

What'd you tell her?

You probably weren't up for it.

God, some people

don't let you forget 'em.

I should go.

Hey, you want to come with me?

Not particularly.

What are you doing?

Shh.

You like it?

It's kind of nice.

Yeah?

Come on, we should go.

I think it'd be good for us.

Why? What makes you say that?

There are many experts who say it's

a good thing to get outside.

Well... and some others say it's not.

You were outside all day today.

Come on, you know what I mean.

I just think...

OK, there was an article...

Oh, my God, you're reading

stupid sh*t online again.

Yeah. But there was something

in Psychology Today

that I saw at the library,

and you should take a look at it.

I'm managing the periodicals.

I'll give you a copy.

Listen, come with me to Charlie's.

That's an order.

Would you stop doing that?

It's disgusting.

I thought I'd try and make the place

look more pleasant for our guests.

Maybe you could've tried that

earlier, before they got here.

Hey, what happened to your chair?

Glad you didn't

come last night.

Thank you.

No, I mean, people wouldn't leave.

We had stragglers into the wee hours.

Some idiot got too drunk or high

and mistook the chair for a toilet.

- Ew!

- He actually lifted the cushion up...

hosed it down and poured, like,

a gallon of Nature's Miracle on it.

Probably wasn't enough.

- No. Wasn't.

- I would burn it.

No, I inherited it

from my grandmother.

It's French Regency

or some poncy sh*t like that.

I'd still burn it.

Maybe we should.

Maybe you should.

What have you

been up to, Katy?

Um, what do you mean?

I mean, what have you been up to?

Well... Philip, uh,

is going into the second grade.

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