Nightingale Page #2
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I'm fine. How are you?
Uh, she's not here.
I think she went shopping or something.
I don't know. She didn't say.
You should see what she bought today.
It just came in the mail.
It's this ridiculous makeup mirror.
Probably cost over $100 or something.
Maybe you should come
and live with her for a while.
Yeah, I know you're married, Vicki.
How is Charlie Sphincter doing, anyway?
Well, you're the one who gave it to him.
You are, too.
Anyway, it's the perfect name
for him and you know it.
No, I'm not working today.
No, I'm not gonna get fired.
I was sick that one time.
What did you want me to do?
Get up from my deathbed?
God! I don't even wanna
talk to you right now.
That's right, Mother! Smoking in the house!
I'm sorry it's not even 5:00 yet, Mother.
I'm breaking all the rules.
Look, I'm not even dressed yet.
And the police haven't come to arrest me.
Turns out there's not a law that says
you have to get up every morning at 7:00,
put on your clothes and your makeup
and your costume jewelry.
Whoever would have guessed that?
It is my day off and I'm trying to relax.
Not that it's possible around here
with the doorbells
and the telephones ringing
every 15 seconds.
God, what a f***ing zoo.
Hey, Edward.
F***.
Hey, Edward! It's Peter Snowden.
Hey, no big deal, man.
Uh...
Will you call me, please?
You know the number.
So listen, Edward...
I know you're probably
never gonna get this message,
but whatever, right?
If through some miracle of God
you actually hear these words,
I just wanted to tell you
how much I miss our conversations.
You hear that, Gloria? Our conversations!
I swear, it's like there's some conspiracy
that says I can't be
friends with another man.
I mean, is there some sort of
friendship law I'm not aware of?
If so, illuminate me!
Sh*t, I hate talking to
this f***ing machine.
Sorry, sorry.
I know you hate it when
I use that language.
I'm getting better, actually.
Mother says so.
Edward, just give me a call.
Just please... Just give me a call.
Please?
Trout in walnut sauce.
Love that.
Roast sherry duck.
Hmm.
I don't know.
Sh*t!
This should be fun.
All right, hang on!
Okay, here we go.
Ready?
Oh, look!
Nice stationery.
"My dearest Lillian,
"grace and peace to you
from the Lord, our Father."
She sounds like Paul's letter
to the Ephesians.
"I trust my words find you in good health.
"You are my oldest friend
and I do miss you so.
"It has been beastly hot here in Mobile
as I'm sure you remember.
"Zachariah and Maybelline
grandbaby next spring,
"which will make me a grandmama
for the very first time,
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