Lost and Delirious Page #3

You want me to be like...

your perfect Junior League girl,

and grow up to do like

charity balls and be like the

concubine of some banker. Like you.

But the truth of it is

I am addicted to you.

Like chocolate.

I'm like I just always

want to be around you.

I'm just like some stupid little

puppy, and you just keep kicking

my teeth in with your words.

No, your tone.

And sometimes...

I don't know...

sometimes I wish you were dead."

Rage more, Victoria.

I can't believe I just said that.

My stepmother's always talking

about me when I'm there.

I hate it.

I hate her.

I think she's jealous

of my closeness to my dad.

Tory's mom's

insanely jealous of her.

Creeps me f*** out.

Why would she be jealous of me?

What?

Hey, Mary.

You didn't do your letter yet?

Oh. She died three years ago.

I'm sorry.

No, it's okay.

I just don't see the point

of writing her a letter.

Maybe she could hear you, you know?

If I did write her a letter...

Go for it.

"Dear Mother,

Remember you asked me

when you were sick...

well, dying...?

It was fall.

October.

Still hot that year,

and your room

it smelled like

sweet rotten apples.

And I was holding

your head in my arms

and your breathing was so fast

and like shallow...

You said, 'Mary,

please

remember me.'

And the thing is

I do sometimes forget

what you Iook like..."

Brave.

Do you really not remember

what she looked like?

Sometimes.

Oh, God, that is so incredibly sad.

"Brave."

That's your new name.

Mary B.

"B" for "Brave."

"Mouse" is dead.

We're glad you're

our new roommate, Mary.

Aren't we, Paulie?

Duh. Are you glad to be our new

roommate, Mary Brave?

Come on. Truth. Be honest.

Excuse me.

I was wondering...

Would you?

Could you?

You like to garden?

Yeah.

Yes. I used to do it every day,

like from April till it snowed

with my mother.

Before

she passed away.

A couple of years ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

So, I was wondering if maybe

you could use some help sometime?

Or, if you'd rather not,

that's totally fine.

No, no, no. That's okay.

It's uh... That'd be nice.

It's uh... first time

in twenty years

that one of the girls offered.

It's sort of like a sign coming.

Dawning of a new age.

Yeah, well...

I was just kidding.

I'll run it past Fay.

I mean Miss Vaughn.

The head mistress.

I'm sure she'll be okay with that.

Hey, what's your name?

Well, it's...

it's in transition.

In transition?

I like that.

So uh...

how do you spell that?

Is that with a "ph" or an "f"?

You're a... you're a bit

of a thinker, aren't you?

I don't know.

Well, you are.

So, I'll be expecting you...

"in transition."

And get yourself some gloves.

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