Agoraphobia Page #2

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the job?

Are we paying her

more than I thought?

Better than any other jobs

around here.

Reception here is crap,

and I need to call someone back

on one of my listings.

The only phone that works

is in my father's old office.

- Just one phone?

- I know.

They're installing more

next week.

Okay, I gotta use

the little girls' room first.

Yeah, use the

guest bathroom upstairs.

- I just put fresh towels in there.

- Awesome.

Um, let me show you around,

yeah?

- Sure, yeah.

- Come on.

So this is the kitchen.

This is such a pretty house.

Oh, thank you.

I don't mean to be nosey,

but how did you meet your

husband if you never go out?

I have been going

to bars for years,

and I still haven't met anybody

worth my time.

Tom actually worked as a clerk

at the attorney's office

that represented my father.

And one day, he was asked to

bring me my monthly allowance

because they couldn't

get a courier.

And he just showed up

at your door?

And then he volunteered

to keep bringing it

every month after that...

Come on.

I'll show you upstairs.

And this is our room.

And down there

is the master bath.

Wow...

this is a lot of cleaning.

Well, most of the rooms

won't be used,

so you'll only have

to clean them once in a while.

My God, look at this view.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

It's okay.

I'll try really hard to remember

from now on, I promise.

Really, it's okay.

Oh, um, by the way

I'm going to be having

a mattress delivered tomorrow,

so I need you to open the door

for the delivery guy.

That's easy enough.

This is a huge bathroom.

Oh, I'll take care of this.

I thought I laid these out.

I have to go.

I called my office, and I

have to put out some fires.

Did you put the bathroom mats

back in this box?

I haven't been in here.

That's so weird.

I could have sworn that I...

Never mind.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

I will come to see you

all the time.

All right. I have to go.

- Okay.

- Bye.

Oh, um, sorry,

make yourself at home.

I'll just be in the office

working on my dissertation.

Dissertation?

Yeah, I'm trying to get my PhD.

Cool. In what?

Uh, psychology.

I want to be able to eventually help others

who are suffering from my condition.

Right.

I'll go to my car and get my

stuff and move them inside.

- Where is she?

- Excuse me.

Where's that little hermit?

Is she expecting you?

She isn't expecting this.

Elizabeth, what a surprise!

If you think

you can get away with this,

you're dead wrong.

This is my house!

I think you're suffering

from misplaced anger.

It's my dad

that you're really mad at.

Don't give me your

psycho-babble bullshit.

I was practically

married to your father.

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