Phoebe In Wonderland Page #6

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...don't you think?

Nonsense, it's liberating.

Dangerous.

Ready?

Yes.

One, two, three.

Oh.

She's quite remarkable, Phoebe.

Thank you.

You're lucky.

Trick or treat.

Well, good evening, Alice.

"Good evening, Alice."

And who are you?

A man wlth a beard?

Karl Marx.

Thanks for the candy.

Happy Halloween.

Did the psychiatrist

say anything else?

Not yet.

OCD.

Clearly, partly.

When I was a kid,

I counted telephone poles...

...from the car.

If I missed one, we'd crash.

Nobody labeled me.

It's just the way kids are.

No, it's different.

Her hand...

Well, what do you

want me to say?

How come no one knows

who I am?

It's esoteric, sweetie.

You're very original.

Now, go try

this other house.

Trlck or treat.

Don't let the poppies

put you to sleep.

Have you ever read

Allce In Wonderland?

Of course.

When?

I don't know;

it was a while ago.

Given that it's

what my work's all about...

...doesn't that seem...

I don't know...f***ed up?

I'm gonna get the bag.

Trick or treat.

Raisins bite.

Phoebe.

You're fat.

I'm sorry.

She's my younger sister.

She doesn't know

what she's saying.

Fat, fat water rat.

It's supposed to rain tomorrow.

Just out of curiosity...

...how am I supposed to care

about your work when you don't?

I have no time.

Because you make no time.

for Olivia's birthday tomorrow.

I didn't ask you

to stop working.

What am I supposed to do

with 30 children indoors?

- Hillary, please.

- But you didn't stop working.

What...what are we supposed

to live on?

Hmm?

All right, look,

I have my index due tomorrow.

Of course you do.

But I-I'll help you.

I don't need your help.

All right, fine.

The poppies are in Oz.

Where's Daddy going?

He had some work to do.

But it's Halloween.

What are you doing?

Take my candy.

Why?

It's my fault

Daddy leaving.

No, he had work to do.

Come on.

I hate Halloween.

Mom!

No...Mom?

There, there.

It's all right.

It's okay.

It's okay.

I've got you.

You're safe.

I'm here.

You're safe.

I'm here.

There.

Okay, here.

- Let me see.

- No.

- Let me see.

- No!

Let me see.

Oh, no, no, no,

I thought we were done with that.

I'm sorry.

What happened?

Nothing.

Phoebe.

It was...

it was the stairs.

But I had to...

every three...

...three steps at a time.

What?

Say it again.

What, what?

I had to do it.

It was the stair stepping.

Yeah.

And I had to do every

three stairs at a time.

Why?

I can't help it.

Why?

I don't know why.

I just...

I want you to know.

You...you want me

to know?

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

I want you to know why I...

I want you to know why

I do all these things.

I don't know why, Mommy.

Okay, okay.

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