The First Day of the Rest of Your Life Page #3

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I'm sorry.

You OK?

Down the hall, on the left.

Good evening.

You must be Fleur, right?

When the cat's away,

the mice can play.

You're very quiet.

Are you all right?

You've lost your tongue.

OK, sweetheart?

Pals from college.

Olivia... Marco...

- Daphn...

- I keep forgetting.

My daughter, Fleur,

and her friend Clara.

Want some nuggets?

Come on,

we'll eat in my room.

That's my daughter, Fleur.

It's funny,

your mom being a student.

What in?

Visual arts.

You think it's funny?

I call it pathetic.

The worst is,

she has classes with Raph.

His mom in his class?

I bet he's mad.

Raph? He doesn't care.

He can copy her notes

when he skips a class.

We have to get going, girl.

Sacha's playing with his band.

He told me to stop by.

- You're going?

- Yeah.

You saw his pants?

Lizard skin. So sexy...

Does it hurt the first time?

No idea.

Hey, girls,

don't you have a class now?

Mom, you could knock first.

Clara's mom always knocks.

Clara's mom is wonderful, I know.

She doesn't play at being 20.

Don't get me angry.

What's up?

It's your period?

Yes, it's my period!

Your mother's a woman!

Can't wait for her menopause.

What's that smell?

What's this?

- Mom, please...

- Where's it from?

It's mine.

It's my fault.

Your wonderful mother

lets you smoke drugs, too.

Mom, it's not drugs.

Tell Dad that.

- My joint!

- Confiscated.

Wicked...

The problem is,

the band's no good.

They'll like that.

Wait till I get a record deal.

Sure your folks won't turn up?

Don't worry.

You like The Doors?

Yeah. My dad, too.

No kidding?

Mine only listens to crap.

The pants are a tribute

to the Lizard King?

It's leafy-tailed gecko skin.

The Indians call it taha-fisaka.

That means "demon."

Classy, huh?

Jim Morrison...

He understood life.

That's why he OD'd on LSD.

I often pray at his grave

with the guys.

Can I come?

No.

Visiting Jim's grave is private.

It's introspective.

- What do you do?

- Smoke weed, drink beer...

piss on other graves.

Really introspective.

Hold on. You know

he died on July 3, '71?

I was born on April 3, '72.

Nine months later to the day!

Maybe I'm Jim's reincarnation.

Just a second.

You were born in '72?

Twenty-one in high school?

My brother had done

four years of medicine by 21.

Screw that.

Come to my room.

Hi, it's Sacha.

Leave a message. I'll call you.

Hi, Sacha, it's Fleur.

I wanted to tell you,

I forgot my scarf at your place.

My mother knitted it for me.

If I don't get it back,

she'll kill me.

Can you call me?

No one touches the phone!

I'm expecting a vital call!

Hi, it's Sacha.

Leave a message. I'll call you.

Hi, Sacha.

It's Fleur again.

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