Indignation Page #5

to keep you company.

It was worth

the appendicitis.

I doubt it.

Were you

in a lot of pain?

For about an hour or so

before I blacked out.

The best part came

in Dean Caudwell's office.

He called me in to grill me

about changing my dorm

I puked all over his trophies.

Then you turn up.

It's been a great case

of appendicitis all around.

Let me get something

to put these in.

Escargot. It's the name

of the restaurant.

Snails...

I have a feeling Marcus Messner has

never seen them served or eaten before.

You want to try one?

No.

Not really.

So Marcus Messner decided

to take Olivia Hutton

to the only fancy French restaurant

in all of Franklin County.

I'm so sorry. Do you want to leave?

Is this alright?

May I please speak

to Miss Olivia Hutton?

Who?

Oh, Marcus Messner.

Yeah. Yeah sure, I'll wait.

Can I leave a message?

Well, yeah, another message.

(Olivia) I don't mind talking about it.

They got divorced.

Irreconcilable differences.

I suppose that's why I left Mt. Holyoke

and transferred here closer to Cleveland.

My mother kept the house,

but she changed all the furnishings.

Even my room.

It now looks like

Marie Antoinette's boudoir,

if Marie Antoinette were a slightly crazed suburban

woman who wished she were still a teenager.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Hey...

Relax.

You're so intense.

Trust me,

I'm trying.

Tell me more.

Not about your classes,

or why General MacArthur

is insubordinate,

or why you're an atheist.

Though you have to admit I got all of

that out of you in a mere 20 minutes.

Pretty good seeing as I don't

believe you've spoken to anyone

for more than 40 seconds since you

got to Winesburg, am I right?

Yeah. Yeah,

you're right.

I want to hear

all about your mother,

and your father the butcher,

and what it's like working

in a butcher shop,

and what the girls

were like in Newark.

Okay. But first, you're going to

have to eat all those snails.

Oh, you think I ordered

these just to spite you?

I actually love escargot.

Alright... [clears

throat] let me try one.

How do you do this?

This one here.

[giggles]

This big guy.

Oooh, okay.

And?

It's chewy.

But good.

Very good.

You grew up

eating these at home?

No, just at places like these.

My mother insisted;

part of my education.

So what'd

your father think?

He's a steak and potatoes man.

He never approved.

Maybe being a doctor, he thought

that snails were unclean.

Or simply un-American.

But perhaps

you're onto something, Marcus.

My father

washes his hands.

He's always washing his hands.

He washes them all the time.

Why?

Well, because they're dirty,

of course.

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