Better Than Chocolate Page #3

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

Maybe a big fat lie.

Margaret?

Hi, honey.

Paul, she's here.

- Margaret!

- Mom!

Baby...

gosh...

oh, sweetheart.

I'm sorry, I know we're early.

Paul was driving.

- Oh, well, you know... hey, Paul.

- Sis, what's goin' on?

Good to see you.

I'm wet.

Oh, Mom, this is Kim.

Paul... Kim.

- Hello, Kim, nice to meet you.

- Hi, nice to meet you.

- You okay?

- Yes...

What a climb!

- So... this is it, huh?

- Welcome. Home, sweet home.

It's big.

You're right.

Goddesses.

I noticed that your goddesses

are all... so young and nubile.

Rather like the person your stepfather's

been having an affair with.

Haven't you heard

of the Venus of Willendorf?

Goddesses have large,

sagging breasts.

That suckled ungrateful children

and deceitful men.

- Would anyone like a beer?

- Yeah...

I'd love one.

Beer?

Yeah, I'd love one.

Beer?

Don't you have any wine?

Mom...

so I thought you could

take the bedroom, and Paul...

you could bunk down

in the hall, and...

Kim and I could bunk down

in the back room.

Kim is just staying for a...

Kim:
A while.

A short time.

Yes, I know what "a while" is.

- 'Night, Mom.

- 'Night honey, sleep well.

All set?

So, you're working

in a discount bookstore?

I am?

Oh...

"Ten Percent".

Well, got everything?

'Night, Mom.

Well, goodnight.

Oh, sorry.

Could this be love?

Shhhhh.

Must be love.

There's no other reason that we'd be

putting ourselves through this.

Shhhh.

Shut up.

Oh, come on, Maggie.

She knows.

No.

It would never occur to her.

Please.

No.

But, if she did know, she would never

let me know that she knew.

Really, well, maybe if she knew,

she'd give us the bed.

Shhh.

Oh, sh*t.

Shhhh.

- Never mind.

- You're an animal.

Morning.

Good morning.

Shouldn't you be

in school or something?

Yeah, I start Monday.

Then I write my scholarship exams.

Unlike you,

I will get to law school.

So, what happened?

Why are you and Mom here?

Mommy-o's broke.

Broke?

But Michael's a corporate lawyer,

he prints money!

Michael's been getting "some exercise"

from his partner's wife.

From Sandra

the Tequila Slushy Queen?

Yeah, for a year.

I mean she...

she had no idea.

Oh, God.

Poor Mom.

Oh, God.

I don't need another window display.

I need a lawyer.

Little Red Riding Hood?

What is going on with Customs?

Little Red Riding Hood

and the big bad wolf?

That Little Red Riding Hood?

- Do we stock that book?

- A customer ordered it for her niece.

They're trying to ruin me, Customs.

That's what it is.

Attention shoppers.

I got a letter

from my father today.

The same father who told you

to drop dead? That father?

Yes... no, well, what I mean

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