Nine Lives Page #4

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I'm tired.

I want to put an end to it.

Do you want to call him or not?

Dad says he can be here in an hour.

- Sh*t.

- Hold on.

Wait. Holly, wait! She's leaving.

I can't stop her. I can't.

You know what she's...

Okay, wait. Holly, he's on his way.

He'll be here in 10 minutes.

He'll be here in 10.

She's coming back.

Okay.

Now, see, it's funny how that works.

You know, he couldn't be here right away,

then all of a sudden he could.

He is who he is, you know? Leave it open.

Holly.

I don't want to take sides, okay?

I'm not taking sides. But...

you show up,

and you expect him to leave work...

and be here right away,

and an hour's not fast enough for you.

Okay, don't talk about things

you don't know about.

My mouth is dry.

- You want water or coffee?

- Yeah, water. That's good.

Okay.

So you have to leave

when he gets here, okay?

Why?

I want you to.

You're unbelievable.

I'm not asking it lightly. I need it.

- Where do you want me to go?

- Around the block. I don't care.

Just promise.

Okay.

One morning, I was sitting there...

it wasn't that table, it was another,

but it was right there...

crying over my breakfast while Mom

and Dad screamed at each other...

and you were crying your lungs out

in the bathroom, and...

She didn't change your diaper

for a week once.

A week?

A week.

It's a good thing you can't remember.

He f***ed a woman in this house

while we were all sleeping.

Did you know that?

How did you know that?

He told me.

He's courted you

and courted you and courted you and just...

How's Joseph?

- He's gone.

- Gone where?

He left. Been awhile.

Well, what happened?

I drove him away, you know?

Hard to believe, isn't it?

- Holly, why didn't you...

- Stop asking me sh*t, okay?

You know what?

"Why?" Always "why?"

I can't believe you still live here.

This place is a f***ing graveyard.

Hey, pudding.

You're still here.

Okay.

Push me, Daddy. Push.

Spin.

Sh*t.

You know, he once, when...

He once...

This is before you were born.

He bought me a spy kit for my birthday...

and it had a pair of glasses with a mirror.

You know, like, right here,

so you could see behind you.

Daddy said it was like having eyes

in the back of your head.

And he wrapped it himself.

And his look.

You know, he was watching me unwrap it.

And I do, I remember that look.

And it was a good look.

So not every memory is a bad one?

If every memory were a bad one,

how great that would be.

All kinds of looks.

He wants to talk.

Holly, he talks about you all the time.

Does he talk about that weekend

in Palm Springs?

- What weekend?

- Ask him.

- Holly, all he wants to do is...

- No. Don't you patronize me.

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