Hysterical Blindness Page #3

You bet.

Two eggs, sunny-side up.

Not runny, but l want them soft.

Four extra pieces of toast

with the butter put on all included toast...

while it's still hot so it melts evenly.

A side of link sausage

and side of hash browns...

that must be brown.

Can you bring us another ketchup,

so we don't have to share the same bottle?

And one jumbo-size coke.

Coming right up, ladies.

Thank you, Mrs. Miller.

-You're welcome.

-Thank you.

You're welcome. Have fun, girls.

B*tch.

ls there something going on

between you and your mother?

l don't want to talk about my mother, Beth.

Fine.

Your boyfriend's here.

l tried to give him a table and he goes, "No.

"l prefer to wait until

one opens up in Virginia's station."

He just likes my station, that's all.

l hope you don't think

something's gonna come of this.

Actually, he took me out Friday night...

and Saturday night.

Maybe he likes my company.

l hope you didn't sleep with him, Virginia.

l seen this before.

l know how this turns out every time.

Here you go.

Thank you, Mrs. Miller.

-Enjoy.

-Thanks.

Guess what?

What?

Debby's mother has a boyfriend.

My God!

-Who?

-Nobody.

Him.

He's a real a**hole.

ls that why you're mad at your mother?

l don't want her to get hurt, that's all.

Deb, maybe she's not gonna get hurt.

He's a jerk. Just look at him.

See?

Yeah, l guess.

Deb, it's okay, you know.

Look at it this way.

Now you and your mother

both met somebody.

That could be good.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

-Are you really going out with this guy?

-Maybe.

After so long, you decide

you want to go out with some guy?

Debby, l'm working here.

Can l tell you something here, Ma?

You got to be careful.

People are waiting for their Sky Highs.

After this guy leaves,

l might not stick around this time.

l'm not 13 anymore.

There you go. Get you anything else?

l love this song.

l just want to party all night.

Beth!

Sit down, everybody's looking at you.

-No, they're not.

-They think you look stupid.

No, they don't.

My God. He's here.

He saw you.

He looked right at you, Deb.

l don't think he recognized you.

l doubt that, Beth.

l told him l'd be here.

l'm sure he's gonna come over.

You're right, as soon as he's ready.

How're you doing?

All right, l'm gonna play the jukebox.

-Good idea.

-What should l play?

-lt doesn't matter.

-Yes, it does!

Play anything by Zeppelin,

you can't go wrong.

All right.

ls he looking?

No.

All right. Here l go.

What are you doing?

Deb, l don't want to stay alone

at the bar forever.

Okay.

Let's just go back.

Maybe he's not in the mood to talk.

Or maybe you should just

look for another guy tonight.

l can't do that.

All right.

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