The Uninvited Page #2
Oh, yeah, the chalkboard.
It must be up in the attic
with all the other old stuff.
I think I figured
we didn't need one anymore.
So, what do you think?
Do you wanna help set the table?
No, I'm okay.
Alex?
What are you doing?
So, was that you or Nursie
in the throes of ecstasy?
- I don't know.
- Okay.
You drunk?
Well, I went to a party
and drinks were served.
- Where did you find that?
- Upstairs.
What the hell are you doing with it?
- I don't know. It was in the attic and...
- Okay. Well, that's where it should stay.
- I hate that bell.
- Why?
It reminds me of Mom.
We needed it, Alex.
That's how she'd call for help
after she got sick.
Anna, wake up. Rachel bought the bell.
What are you saying?
She went into a goddamn pet store,
bought a bell,
came home,
and tied it around Mom's wrist.
And do you know why?
So that she could hear Mom coming
while she was busy riding Dad.
- You're making that up.
- Okay. Why would I do that?
To get back at Dad.
Trust me, Anna,
I'm way past getting back at Dad.
You know, I might be drunk,
but at least I know what the truth is.
Oh, here comes the burrito.
Maybe try a sledgehammer next time.
- Sorry.
- Looks good to me.
Great, actually.
Just what our little kitchen needed.
Isn't it, though?
- I'm out of here.
- Cool.
You know, Anna, I remember when
I first came here to look after your mom.
I showed up at the house,
and Alex was doing
disrespecting your father.
But you were different.
Quiet, you know? Polite.
I remember thinking,
"Still waters run deep in this one.
She's the strong one. "
When I was your age,
I had to deal with some rough things,
like you, and I learned to be strong.
To be a girl nobody f***ed with.
I am so glad to have you back.
I hope it works out so you can stay.
Thanks. I intend to.
Did you see her face?
It was like
you totally jacked her Barbie kitchen.
I was swinging the hammer
with my eyes closed.
That is so awesome.
It's our chalkboard. It should be there.
Remember Mom
Soccer practices.
Oh, but her handwriting was so bad.
Pinkie pact?
Am I, like, really pale?
Yeah, you're pretty much,
like, see-through.
Well, hopefully your future husband
won't notice.
No, you are not leaving me here.
- What are sisters for?
- Alex, don't you dare!
- Hey, Matt.
- Hey.
- So how you been?
- Yeah. Okay.
You know, I really wanted to visit you
up there, but they wouldn't let me.
Well, you should've slit your wrists, too.
We could've been roommates.
She's back.
- So, listen, that night at the beach...
- No, no. Listen...
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