Night Has Settled Page #3

HE GETS A MIGRAINE

BEFORE HE REACHES ORGASM.

OH.

HOW OLD IS HE?

HE JUST TURNED 13.

OH, LET ME THINK.

I THINK YOU SHOULD

TELL HIM TO BREATHE.

HE'S A LITTLE TOO YOUNG

TO BE DOING THAT.

YEAH, I WILL TELL HIM.

OKAY, THANK YOU,

DR. ROOT.

WELL, YOU'RE WELCOME.

BYE-BYE.

TELL KIMO I'M NOT SELLING HIM

ANY MORE CRAWLERS.

VERONICA, YOU WANT ME

OUT OF A JOB?

YOU TELL HIM:

I WANNA GO FISHING.

SURE.

SEE YOU SOON, VERONICA.

VERONICA WANTS:

TO GO FISHING.

YEAH RIGHT.

WHAT'S THAT SMELL?

AIDA GAVE ME A PERFUME.

SHE THINKS I SHOULD

START SMELLING LIKE A WOMAN

AND NOT LIKE A LAB RAT.

SO, YOU HAD

TO WEAR IT IN HERE?

CONCENTRATE.

I AM.

VERY GOOD.

HOW WAS YOUR DATE

WITH FRANCISCO?

IT WAS OKAY.

I'M SINGLE, YOU KNOW?

I'M ALLOWED TO HAVE

SOME FUN, TOO.

HOW FAR DID YOU GO?

NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS,

YOU RAT.

OH, SO NO SEX?

NO, I'M NOT SURE

IF I LIKE HIM YET.

SO, LIKE WHAT, THIRD BASE?

WE JUST KISSED:

A LITTLE BIT.

YOU SHOULD NEVER DO IT WITH HIM

UNLESS YOU REALLY LIKE HIM.

YEAH, I KNOW.

I TAUGHT YOU THAT.

NO, I TAUGHT YOU THAT.

WHERE ARE YOUR FRIENDS.

EVERYONE'S AWAY

FOR THE WEEKEND.

IS THIS TOO DARK?

NO, THAT LOOKS GOOD.

YOU WANNA HAVE LUNCH?

NO, I'M GOING TO GO PLAY TENNIS

WITH DAD AT THE PARK.

BUT IT'S COLD.

GOODBYE, LUNA.

WHAT ARE YOU MAKING, SIS?

ZUCCHINI SOUP.

PROBABLY GOING TO END UP

SUPPORTING YOUR ASS.

I WOULDN'T MIND SPENDING

YOUR MONEY, SIS.

HE GOES BACK UP:

ONE MORE TIME.

HE CAN DO IT.

HE CAN DO IT.

HE MAKES-- UH!

WHOO!

DID, LIKE, CHRIS SAY

ANYTHING TO YOU?

I DON'T KNOW,

WHAT DID HE SAY TO YOU?

WELL, I WASN'T IN THE ROOM

OR ELSE I WOULD'VE COME OVER.

I DON'T KNOW, MAYBE.

I WENT TO THE PARTY,

AND I WALKED IN,

AND I DIDN'T WANT TO LIKE

GO OVER TO HIM, YOU KNOW,

SO... YEAH.

NO, I HAD-- GET OFF!

OH, MY GOSH,

MY BROTHER--

STOP!

GET OFF.

NO, I'M SORRY,

IT'S-- STOP.

I'M GOING TO HURT YOU.

WHO'S THAT,

YOUR BOYFRIEND?

NO. SHH!

WHAT?

YEAH, SO I WENT AND--

MOLLY-- STOP!

GREAT, I LOST HER.

YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME.

GET OUT OF HERE, OLIVER!

TWELVE, THIRTEEN.

HEY, OLLIE.

YOU WANNA HEAR WHAT I WROTE

ON YOUR FIRST BIRTHDAY?

ALL RIGHT.

I WANNA WATCH THE "LOVE BOAT."

THE OTHER TV IS SH*T.

ARE YOU GUYS TALKING

ABOUT MASTURBATION

OR DEATH OR SOMETHING?

IT REALLY IS GROSS,

YOU KNOW.

AIDA!

AIDA!

HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON?

NOTHING, LUNA.

JUST LEAVE US ALONG, OKAY?

GO.

GRACIAS.

HEY.

SHE HAD A STROKE.

SHE'LL BE IN THE HOSPITAL

FOR A FEW WEEKS,

BUT SHE WILL BE FINE.

I KNOW.

SHE WILL BE FINE.

I KNOW.

DON'T VISIT HER.

SHE SAYS SHE DOESN' WANT YOU TO SEE HER

LIKE THAT IN THE HOSPITAL.

OLIVER.

E-O-L-I-V-I-A!

I STOLE I FROM THE DEUTSCH.

MY BROTHER'S COCAINE.

AH!

AIDA?

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