Gia Page #5

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

So, tell me about New York.

Oh, God, it was like seeing

an old girlfriend.

Oh, yeah, she told me all the gossip

about all the models.

You know, who had bad skin

and who had bad hair.

The things that they did,

she told me about.

And the places that they went-

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

You're on the cover of Vogue!

I can't believe it.

Oh, my God, isn't that beautiful?

Oh, honey.

So what else is going on, huh?

Do you have a boyfriend?

Uh, no.

Linda has a boyfriend.

Oh, yeah?

Well, that's nice.

- I have a girlfriend.

- Oh, yeah, that's nice too...

though it's not

the same thing, is it?

And we never talked about the past.

That was over.

The past was the past.

She never discussed it with me once.

It was like it never happened-

all those years in between.

It was like it never happened.

I kept everything you've sent me.

I keep everything

you ever touched...

ever since you were a baby.

What do I have?

Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.

My journal.

Once upon a time-

"Once upon a time,

there was a girl with golden hair...

who went to live

in a beautiful house. "

Always the same story.

Always different,

always the same.

Always the same.

Can I see?

Yeah.

Sometimes I think she was

a different person to everybody.

Sometimes I knew who she was.

Sometimes I didn't.

Anybody who tries to tell you

exactly who she was...

they didn't know her at all.

We did everything together.

Yeah, in those days.

Yeah, everything.

All right.

This is-

What can I say?

It's you.

I found it on short notice.

That's what it looks like.

So, I was standing

in the middle of the living room...

and the bathroom door opens.

- Yeah?

- Who's that?

Who?

I started making trips

to New York regularly after that.

She wanted me there.

She wanted me there all the time.

I couldn't because I had a husband,

I had a home.

No, not red.

Yellow. Yellow roses.

But I would go,

and I would stay for maybe a week.

Sometimes I would stay two.

Love on ya, Gia.

You're sending flowers to a girl?

- Here, lady.

- Hi. Got it. Thanks.

Christ, another one?

- Who died?

- None of your business.

Are you f***ing a florist

behind my back?

Yeah. Gold FTD guy

with the winged shoes.

Hi.

I've been calling you for weeks.

Hi, Gia.

- This is my boyfriend, Billy.

- Hi. I'm wrecked.

- Do you wanna come in?

- I don't think that's a good idea.

Why not?

You are really beautiful.

You're a model, aren't you?

Why? Do I look stupid?

- I have to work tomorrow.

- Come on, it's early.

Maybe- Maybe we could party.

You are the most beautiful woman

I have ever seen.

Come with me.

I can't.

See you around.

What the f*** was that?

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