Amy & Isabelle Page #3
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- 2001
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It's cute. It's as cute as it can be.
I'm just curious, that's all.
I'm mean, with a head
of hair like yours...
It's bewildering how you can harm
Thinking all the while,
you're being careful, conscientious.
Why would Debbie Kay answer the
door if her mother told her not to?
Well, this is the thing. I told
But say you're home alone
and Avery Clark stops by or...
someone alike him...
and says I've been in an accident.
You'd go with him, wouldn't you?
- I suppose.
- Amy!
Hi.
Paul's gonna leave unless I run
out and give him the stupid fries.
Stacy, this is my mother.
- Hi.
- Hi, Stacy.
I gotta baby-sit my brothers tonight.
They're cockroaches, both of them.
Why don't you come over
and help me torture them?
- I can't.
- That 's okay. Call me later.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Surely there must be other girls
that you can be friends with.
Everybody is just so weird.
To make friends you've gotta be
friendly, my father used to say.
God...
- Hello.
- Hello, Barbara, how are you?
I'm just fine, thanks.
I'm sorry. Your name is?
Amy.
And you're in school
with my son, Flip?
He's in my math class.
And what you two ladies have
planned for this evening?
Odds and ends, you know.
- Well, have a pleasant evening.
- Thank you.
She's pretty.
If one cares for a false made-up
look, one may find her pretty.
I just mean she could be pretty
if she didn't wear all that make-up.
She's probably having
No doubt,
Anne and Avery will be there.
They'll laugh about how Isabelle
decorated the church in hollies.
Mom? You're pretty too.
It was at 5 o'clock
that her mother...
I couldn't stop imagining a dinner
party at Barbara Rawley's house.
Wine goblets shimmering
in candle light.
At least we're together and safe.
In the heart, I thought my name
might be coming up.
"I saw Isabelle Goodrow today.
She's so odd, I think."
...by acknowledging the child
belongs to God, not to us.
So many private humiliations...
including how often Avery Clark
was on my mind.
Where's Avery?
I don't know.
He probably stayed too late at
Barbara Rawler's dinner party.
Couldn't bother to get
out of bed this morning.
I hate my life.
I hate everything.
Why? Why do you hate your life?
You wear make-up, you're pretty.
Your boyfriend has an apartment.
Don't make me barf.
I already did that this morning.
You puked?
I wanted to stay home,
but my mother sent me anyway.
- You're kidding.
- No, she's a lunatic.
Well...
at least your mother doesn't cut
your sandwich in stupid triangles.
Everyone ends up like their mother,
then what's the rat's-ass point?
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