Stealing Beauty Page #5

Did you ever meet my father?

It's not what you think.

We had only one night together.

That's all.

Only one night?

We were friends.

Lucy?

See you later.

No, no, no, no,

no, no, no, no, no.

I don't think he's the one.

Not for you.

Not for my Lucy in the sky.

Actually, I like him.

You do?

There's something

familiar about him.

My illusion's shattered.

Come.

Let us bring up the rear...

Like Turgenev's poor Rakitin.

Oh, look.

Oh, God.

What?

I can't bear it. It's too unnatural.

Come on.

They're not going to bite you.

Can you imagine Sarah

being a virgin at 19?

What about Christopher

as your boyfriend?

Who told you that?

That's what Mommy told Noemi.

Oh, hello.

Christopher!

Crazy Daisy.

Piglet.

Piglet.

Hey.

Here. The Turkish flag.

I remember you. Lucy.

Hi.

Sorry. Did I interrupt you?

This is the last time

I carry your bag.

Hello.

Don't tell me

you've forgotten Lucy.

Lucy Harmon.

Lucy?

Lucy.

Of course, it's you.

Osvaldo.

Yes. I remember her.

Come to dinner tonight.

I'll get Mum to call.

Good.

So I'll see you very, very soon.

("You Won't Fall"

By Lori Carson Playing)

I don't need

the surface of things

To tell me

No, I just know

You can rest easy

Your beauty is clear to me

You won't fall

You won't fall

Dinnertime.

Do you think she's

still angry with me?

Darling, I don't think

she's giving you...

too much thought.

Come on.

When I went to school

In Olympia

It never was the same

It's so you

In Olympia

Ya ya ya

Ya ya ya

It never was the same

We'd look the same

We'd talk the same

Yeah yeah yeah

We even f***ed the same

When I went to school

In Olympia

Ya ya ya

Don't you please

Make me real

Come on

Make me sick

Come on

Make me real

Ah, Chiarella.

Buonasera.

Chiarella Donati, Monsieur Guillaume.

Buonasera.

But where is Lucy?

So, Lucy harmon,

how long are you staying,

and what do you think of Italy,

and when are you going

to come to our house...

and see how real Italians live...

and change your life forever?

You didn't even recognize me.

Excuse me.

I decided I had

to get rid of it one summer...

before I went back to school.

Darling,

are you speaking of life before me?

I ended up doing it

with the same guy...

my best friend did it with.

He was the local... deflowerer.

Hmm.

God. Please. Ow! F***!

Jesus!

Aw, sh*t on a stick.

Well, that's what pot's all about.

There you go.

I wonder how

we got on this subject.

And there were girls...

queuing up around the block...

to see this guy.

We had 10 minutes with him.

Exactly 10.

No more, no less.

God, Miranda.

I remember that guy.

Oh, he was repulsive.

He was creepy, I must admit.

I don't remember mine at all.

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