Very Good Girls Page #3

Come back for it.

I don't think I should.

Sure. Suit yourself.

682 rugby.

It still hurts

It hurts

It still hurts

It hurts

It still hurts

La la la la

La la la la

That's all I got.

It's not very good.

It's kind of shitty...

Will you stop it?

I think it's great.

Why do you do that?

You're good.

I called him at the restaurant.

He wasn't there. He's never anywhere

when you want to reach him.

I know you think I'm an idiot.

You barely know the guy.

I know.

So how come Norma

hasn't called you yet?

She's M.I.A.

Hasn't left her room in a week,

but I better go check the battlefield

in case there are casualties.

Keep the faith.

Call me tomorrow.

Okay.

People have affairs.

This is the 21st century.

It's not the f***ing

end of the world.

Lillian, I would appreciate it if

you wouldn't speak to me that way.

Mom, there is a whole family here.

He said he was sorry.

I heard him.

She's probably just

some random person.

He only did it to get

your attention.

This doesn't concern you.

It doesn't concern me? He's

my father. I want him to stay.

Well, we all know how

you feel about him.

I can't believe you just said that.

- You're a God damn shrink.

- You know what, Lillian?

If you can't find a way

to control yourself,

I'm going to have to ask

you to leave the room.

Thank God, I can't control myself.

You live in a porno movie.

It's a photographer's studio.

Frank Mayo.

You heard of him?

Lets me sleep here in exchange for

kinda acting like a security guard.

- Weird place to sleep.

- Oh, I'm up there.

Want a beer?

Think they did, like, a lipstick

commercial here today, so...

He's got a dark room, too.

He doesn't use it anymore,

so kind of teaching myself to print.

All the good stuff was shot on film.

Where's your family?

Now? Eastern parkway.

I grew up on Staten island, though.

I moved there from

Tennessee when I was five.

Staten island?

Yeah.

People actually live there.

Moved out, though,

when I was in high school.

How come?

It was just safer for

everyone that way.

You think your mom's trouble.

These all yours?

Yeah.

You really want to do this.

I don't want to do anything

except get out of here.

Where you want to go?

Rome, Paris,

I don't know.

Why?

Smell it.

Breathe it.

Tired of seeing it in photographs.

Sylvia Plath.

Do you know this?

Would you read it to me?

"Daddy,

"you do not do, you do not do

"any more, black shoe

"in which I have lived like a foot

"for thirty years

"poor and white

barely daring to breathe or achoo"

I think you better get home.

You told Gerry you were

going to see her on Friday.

So.

Are you?

It was weird.

We met at the restaurant,

and then we just walked around.

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