Flowers in the Attic Page #3

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my parents didn't approve of,

So my father

wrote me out of his will.

Is that why she hates us?

She doesn't hate you.

She's just jealous

Of how much I love

you guys and your dad,

How much my father

used to love me.

That's why we're here.

I'm gonna win him back.

He's gonna put us in his will.

He's 78 years old

and he's dying,

And I just need a little time

alone to reconnect with him.

How much time?

I don't know exactly.

Maybe a few days

or a week?

And when I win my father over,

I'm gonna take you all

down to meet him,

And I know he'll love each

and every one of you

Just as much as I do.

We'll be fine up here.

We're foxworths.

And tomorrow,

I'll bring toys and games,

And I'll come visit you

as much as I can.

And just whatever you do,

Don't make your grandmother

angry, okay?

Corrine!

What is that

on that child's hand?

It's a promise ring,

from my father.

Give it to me.

Mom, she can't.

Dad gave it to me.

I said, give it to me, girl!

Or must I speak more...

Slowly?

And don't you ever mention

your father in this house again.

Come on, Corrine, that's enough.

I'm sorry.

I promise, all our dreams

are gonna come true.

Just trust me.

Where's the sun?

Is it still night?

Cory! Don't.

Your food.

Uh! Uh-uh-uh.

Get your hands off that.

That food has to last you

the entire day.

I can't be running

up and down the stairs.

The servants might get suspicious.

There'll be eggs for breakfast,

sandwiches for lunch,

And chicken for dinner,

And I want you to eat all of it.

Don't waste one bite of it,

you understand?

And if you're very good,

I may bring you

some fruit.

Thank you.

I've written out

a list of other rules.

First of all, you'll keep

this room neat and tidy,

As if nobody lived here.

Keep your hair brushed neatly,

And your bodies clean

and fully clothed.

And be modest

when you go to the bathroom.

Girls and boys are never to use

the bathroom at the same time.

You older children will

keep the younger ones quiet.

No running around

or yelling or crying,

They're good kids,

But they need somewhere

to play and make noise.

Ah. Over here, there's a...

Stairway.

Leads up to the attic.

You want us

to play in an attic?

Up there,

there will be ample room.

And, the last Friday

of every month,

You're to clean out

all of your things

And hide up there

While the maids

are cleaning this room.

No one must ever see

or hear you.

Do you understand?

Good.

Because if your grandfather ever

discovered that you're here,

You'd all be thrown out

without a red cent,

But not before getting punished

for even being alive.

Carrie...

You can dress up

for days in here.

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