Jitters Page #2
- No, nothing like that.
What's this?
- What's going on?
- I missed you.
What are you doing, Teddi?
It's always something, you know.
Your period or something.
Are you retarded?
Tara, wait!
- What's the matter?
- She's been such a b*tch tonight.
Gabriel, my dear!
How you've grown.
Mom, what do you think
you're doing?
What are you doing?
I don't want to talk to you.
- Can I have a word with you?
- Isn't this my home?
- Yes, but isn't this my party?
- I live here.
For once, I'm having a party.
Can you just leave me alone?
- Let's just get drunk.
- You know I don't drink.
I don't want to listen to this.
You're boring.
Why do you always have to act
like this? - I live here! Relax!
You're such a moron.
Didn't you just
say it yourself?
Yes, but I said it myself.
What were you thinking?
You've made a mess of everything.
I was just horny that night.
Anyway, I only fingered this girl.
That's all right then.
No... You have to call here
for me. She always hangs up on me.
your mess for you.
You can at least talk to Stella.
She talks to her many times a day.
Stella is furious with you.
- Is she?
- Yes.
- There's not a chance.
- You can at least try.
I can try,
but I can't promise anything.
It wasn't my fault. I was
so juiced that night.
- Juiced?
- I don't know...
Try to tell her that
my conscience is killing me.
- Did I wake you up?
- Kind of.
Where are you?
Wait a second.
I'm just home.
Tara slept over tonight.
What a crazy night.
Teddi is a moron. I know he's
your friend, but he's a moron.
Yeah, but don't you think that
Tara will take him back?
Not a chance.
Have you heard from him?
- A little. He's a complete mess.
- Serves him right.
I start work at the store
tomorrow. Come and see me.
OK, I'll drop by tomorrow.
I have to go. Grandma is
listening in.
- Have you heard from Tara?
- Yeah, she's asleep upstairs.
I can't live with this hag anymore.
I'm going to move.
Where will you move?
You see rent ads everywhere.
Can't I just rent something?
How will you pay the rent?
Do you have any money?
I'll just have to get
another extra job.
You know that anything's better
than living with my mom.
In this rathole.
It's a shame. There's always
some trouble with the old lady.
I know. Did you see her yesterday?
No, we just ran into her
when we were leaving.
She screamed at me in front
of everyone
and then she started
messing with Gabriel.
I can't stand her. There's
something wrong with her.
The register is self-explanatory.
Everything's quite simple,
the vegetables and all that.
You'll get the hang of this
in no time.
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