May Page #6

Oh, May, that is so sweet.

Polly, are you back there, sweetie?

Back here.

Did you bring my lunch?

Oh...

May, I would like you to meet

a new friend of mine.

Her name's Ambrosia.

Nice gams.

Aren't they?

Can I get a few more measurements?

Have you ever thought

about having this removed?

My grandma said it's imperfections

that make you special.

What do you think?

Freak.

Hello, Polly, this is May.

Happy Halloween.

I was thinking about popping by later

to bring you your new blouse.

Show you my costume.

Give me a call if that's cool.

Miss you.

Kisses.

Call me, okay?

If you can't find a friend,

make one.

Hello, May.

Hello, Polly.

Slick duds.

Thank you.

I was going to call you tonight,

but...

I've been so busy.

What are you doing right now?

Nothing.

I'm starting to understand

what the doctor's saying

It's funny because I always thought

it was the doctor's writing

that was supposed

to be incomprehensible.

Maybe it's different

with animal doctors.

Ah, that's better.

Are you expecting someone?

Did you forget my blouse?

No?!

You're not sore about me

and Ambrosia, are you?

I'm not sore.

You understand

it's not serious, right?

It's just a piece of ass.

Whoa!

Whoa.

Oh, please don't hurt me, May.

Pleasey-please.

I trust you.

I know you would

never hurt me, May.

What are you doing here?

Where's Polly?

In the head.

Polly, hurry up in there!

I've been drinking vodka all night

and I have to piss like a racehorse!

You have really beautiful legs.

I thought they were gams?

Gams, stems, wheels,

whatever.

Give us a little spin, doll.

Huh?

Turn around for me.

You are so f***ing weird.

I don't know

what Polly sees in you.

Polly doesn't see anything.

Turn around, Miss Grable.

Okay, doll.

How was that?

Beautiful.

Sweet costume.

You got any cold ones

in there?

Yes, I do.

What are you doing here?

Hello.

Anyone home?

I need them, Adam.

Listen, sister,

Adam's taken for the evening.

I like your earrings.

Thanks.

Nice costume.

Thank you.

I made it myself.

Just like one

of your movies, Adam.

May...

what are you doing here?

This is May?

Do you want to come in

for a drink or something?

Thank you.

You should have called.

Would you have answered?

If I was home, yes.

Doesn't matter.

I didn't come here to see you.

Vodka okay?

Sounds great.

Did something happen?

Touch me.

Touch my face.

Go on, Adam, touch my face.

- Stop that!

- These hands are mine now, honey.

No, they are mine, quagledoo.

F*** you. What is that,

Russian or something?

Touch my face.

Yeah, f***ing go on, a**hole.

F***ing touch away,

I don't give a sh*t.

Um...

Okay,

I'm pretty drunk

and I'm feeling queasy

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