Poison Ivy Page #6

My fingers never left my hand.

His wife, remember?

Hello, Mr. Cooper.

Care for anything?

That... dress fits you perfectly.

You look...

Beautiful?

Something like that, yeah.

I almost forgot.

You're not allowed.

I'm not an alcoholic.

I used to have|a drinking problem...

but since I don't drink|anymore...

this is OK.

Honey,|I'm glad you're awake. I...

You look nice.

How stupid of me.

What a dumb,|sick jerk I've been.

Honey, Quiet. There's...

Which party are you|afraid of me ruining?

Everybody's gone home.

I was so happy that Sylvie|had found a... little friend.

Honey.

Get away from me.

I thought you both|could use this.

Get out.

I feel so stupid.

I shouldn't have|worn your clothes.

Everybody said I look like you,|and he misses you so much.

I think he came|into the kitchen to cry.

And I saw him,|and I put my arms around him.

It seemed right.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

He doesn't drink.

Right.

I'm sorry.

Fred?

Wild party.

I know it's stupid|to be jealous about a dog.

It's probably because|I have low self-esteem.

The fact that Fred hated|every human except me...

really meant something.

My father never gave me|anything real.

I guess you give up things|when you take on a friendship.

Come on, Fred.

I know you want some|of my special treats.

No one else gives you any,|do they?

You love me, don't you?

Did it work?

What?

The party.

Let me tell you about parties.

People eat your food,|drink your booze...

and do what they're|gonna do anyway.

Have you seen Fred?

I better get to school.

Jesus.

What the hell are you doing|in my mom's car?

I found the key.

It's not yours. Get out.

I wasn't doing anything.

And leave my goddamn dog alone.

You're kidding.

All my mom's stuff|seems to fit you fine.

I didn't steal anything.

She said I could|borrow some stuff.

You're not my friend,|and my dog's a traitor.

That's not true.

Really?

Suddenly he seems to think|that he's yours.

Bullshit.

Let's find out.|Stand over there.

You know what this is?

F*** you with a limp dick!

Do it. Go! Do it!

- God, this is so stupid.|- Call him.

Do it!

Here, boy.

Go ahead. Keep calling him.

God damn it, Fred.|I called you.

Fred, come here.

No, Fred. Come here.

No, Fred. Come here.

Fred, I called you.

Come here, Fred.

Fred,|get your fuzzy ass over here.

That's a good boy.

F*** you, Fred.

Here. Here's something|your mother didn't loan me.

I... got off work early.

I figured, what the hell,|give the girls a ride.

Coop's not here.

You want a ride?

Look, Darryl,|just give my books a ride home.

I feel like walking.

Get in.

You're not my father.

That's right. I'm not.

I just can't...

You already did.

Remember last night?

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