Now, Voyager Page #3

And before a witness too.

It was the proudest moment

of my life.

My moment didn't last long,

as you can see.

My mother didn't think Leslie

was suitable for a Vale.

What man is suitable?

She's never found one.

What man would ever want me?

I'm fat. My mother doesn't approve

of dieting.

My shoes. Mother approves

of sensible shoes.

Look at the books. She approves

of good, solid books.

I'm her well-loved daughter.

I'm her companion. I'm her servant.

My mother says!

My mother!

You won't get new eyes

if you spoil them with tears.

Dr. Jaquith...

...can you help me?

Help you?

When you were talking...

About the fork in the road...

There are other forks

further along the road.

So many.

You don't need my help.

Here are your glasses.

Put away your book,

come downstairs.

I'll go ahead.

Thank you again for this.

It's as I said, isn't it? Nonsense.

She is most seriously ill.

- Charlotte is?

- Thanks to you.

- Did you say...

- Mrs. Vale...

...if you planned to destroy her life,

you couldn't have done better.

Exercising a mother's rights?

A mother's rights? Twaddle.

A child has rights.

A person has rights

to discover mistakes...

...to grow and bloom

in her own soil.

Are we getting into botany?

Are we flowers?

- Gloomy William.

- Hello, Miss June.

You should get yourself a top piece.

Like Mrs. Adams put on Charles.

It's worth considering.

- I have been worried...

- Black, or...

Well, maybe red.

We'll think about it.

- Hello, Aunt Charlotte.

- Hello, June.

- You look ravishing. New dress?

- No, June.

Anyway, it's devastating.

Do you think we should

wear our skirts so short?

Hello, Grandma.

Why are you always late?

- Charlotte, will you pour tea?

- Will you have tea?

I'm heading for cocktails later.

- Who's this?

- Doctor Jaquith.

I'm June. You've heard of us,

June and December?

- My infant.

- What's that?

Charlotte gave it to you?

One of her own precious, private...

Aunt Charlotte, fess up.

A romance?

Isn't this to be discussed?

June, will you please...

What's this? A hangover,

I believe it is.

Aunt Charlotte's got the shakes.

Go on, torture me.

You like making fun of me?

You think it's fun making fun of me!

- Nice work, infant.

- I didn't mean...

We've always ragged her.

- It's just a game.

- A nervous breakdown.

No Vale has ever had

a nervous breakdown.

There's one having one now.

I suggest a few weeks at Cascade.

I've been waiting for you.

Looking lovelier than ever.

- Good to see you.

- Sorry I'm late.

- How is Charlotte?

- Better every week.

She's almost well,

but she doesn't believe it.

Her sickness is like

going through a tunnel.

It's dark right at the end.

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