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Daddy was washing Rachel. In the shower. What did you think that was about? |
Sex. Of course. |
Well, not exactly s... |
Why does Rachel scream? |
Scream. |
During sex. |
How would you know sh... |
I live. In the same country. |
Oh God oh God Oh God oh God oh God Oh... |
...why do you think? |
Because it feels really incredibly good. |
So why are you asking me? |
I like talking about it. At least, to you. |
Because it's quiet. And he wants to talk. Alise Once he saws you in half, it's bedtime... |
What are you gonna talk about? |
Probably you your brother school The solar system...The usual... |
Then why are you putting on mascara? |
I'm a little tired and it's just a pickmeup. |
But you only wore mascara when you and Daddy went on romantic dates... |
Well Daddy and I are just friends now, and that's no reason not to wear mascara... |
Or blush. You look pale. |
Look she's upset |
No I'm not. I don't care. Why should I care? I mean nobody asked me when you got divorced. Nobody asked me if I wanted a new mother. Nobody even asked me if I like her. If you guys don't care about our family staying together, why sh... |
Daddy and I tried hard. We really did. |
But we do have a choice. To make it better. Instead of worse. |
Like how? |
Like seeing the good side of Rachel. So she'll see the good side of us. |
That happens. To families. |
I'll be there for you. |
Wow. Who's that for? |
Well. It's for you. |
I hope it's the right kind. |
Are you <u>kidding</u>? It is <u>so</u> much better than the one Rachel showed me! |
...I mean, she knows all the music, and pop stars, and clothes and stuff. She's like still a kid, herself. |
Like a big sister. |
She knows every neat junk food place. |
Actually. She's kind of cool, when you get to know her. |
I bet. |
And don't tell her I told you. |
Secret's safe with me. |
I know how scared <u>I</u> get when <u>you're</u> sick. So I waited to tell you. Until it was getting smaller. I thought that was best, maybe I was wr... |
You lied. If you lied <u>then</u>, maybe you're lying <u>now</u>. I can <u>never</u> belive you <u>again</u>! |
We make mistakes. And we forgive each other. Because we love each other, very m... |
Where's Rache? It's <u>Thursday</u>, we get to be with <u>Rache</u>! |
I can't hear you. |
THEN TURN OFF THE CARTOON! |
I said... |
...I'm not deaf, y'know. |
He wouldn't know. <u>I</u> saw her in the shower! |
And...? |
She is only the <u>Princess</u> of Cool. <u>Mommy</u> is the Queen! |
She is but an arriviste. |
What's Thursd... |
A debate. Man's inhumanity to woman. He's pro women. I'm con. Ms. Flannery is twisted. |
I could help with the debate. |
Great. |
Actually. I could only help him. |
Every time I'm on the lunch yard, and he's with twelve of his retarded <u>dorkface</u> little adoring outcrowd <u>henchmen</u>... |
You don't like his friends. |
...they all yell 'There goes the Virgin Queen' or the 'Ice Princess', or some <u>really</u> clever cut like that. Like it hurts my feelings. |
You wouldn't kiss him, huh? |
Not with my mouth open. |
Good girl. |
And what do you do wh... |
I call him a fartface or a pervert, or something equally lame. |
You have to ignore him. |
He's not even there. You don't see him, you don't hear him, you're just too much of a woman to bother with little boys. |
This is a joke, right? |
This'll work, huh? |
Oh, yeh. |
How many devilled eggs can you eat? |
Maybe twenty. |
Annabelle...wake up honey... |
Mom? What's wrong? |
Nothing sweetheart. |
Darling, I've been thinking about our little Brad problem? And I think it's time we move to Plan B... |
You cannot <u>believe</u> what he said, it was the worst <u>instant</u> of my total life on <u>Earth</u>!! |
I know. I know how rough life can be. And how unfair. So here's what we do. Tomorrow, on the lunch yard, you walk <u>straight</u> <u>up</u> to that little jerk... |
And bring my knees up, <u>real</u> hard, yeh? |
No, that never solves anything. You talk like the big girl you are. About what you feel. And how he's hurt you. You know? You tell the truth. |
I don't want to say goodbye. |
Don't. Take me with you. |
Thank God. I got to see you. Grown up. |
I'm not. |
Let me be the judge of that. |
Keep Ben's for awhile, okay? Until he's old enough to not open them all at once. |
Until he's old enough to read. |
Are you afraid for me? Where I'm going. |
Yes. |
Don't be. I'm going. Where we all go. Now how can that be bad. |
I'll miss you so much. |
Good. That's very good. |
Annabelle sucked her thumb last night. |
I NEVER do that, you ALWAYS lie! |
I hate wax lips and red ants and pretzels without salt... |
I hate the crayon Burnt Sienna and people who spit when they walk. |
"Those who travel far and near this will make you DISAPPEAR!" |
I have to work on my video project! Don't follow me! I can put myself to bed. |
Ben! What's wrong? |
I killed her! |
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