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MADISON! |
How you holding up? |
Good. I'm good. |
You are? |
Why does everyone find that so surprising? |
Cause...your...only daughter just went away to school...who you were incredibly close with aaand I'd be tripping... |
Okay, I'm a little tender. |
Well good. So you're human. |
And so far my day has consisted of taking pictures of my roses for the garden club. |
Wow. Got here just in time. I brought you this. |
What is it? |
Kambucha mushroom tea... |
Jody |
It soothes heartache and promotes psychic wellness. Sela suggested I bring |
You're discussing me with your psychic? |
She's not a psychic. Just a very enlightened spirit. |
Thanks, but I'm fine. |
So you'll have some later. Notice anything...different? |
Oh my god. You bought it. |
Yep. |
It's niiice. |
Beautiful thing, alimony. Lose a husband, get a car. Think it'll help me pick up dudes? |
Absolutely. |
Listen, I've gotta run. I just thought I'd stop by and see if you want to take the boat out, say Thursday morning? |
You got it. |
You think he killed her? |
I don't know. When you say it, it sounds crazy. But what else could it all be? |
Know what I think? |
What? |
Seance. |
Jody, no... |
Telling you... |
...no...no...no... |
Just bought this beautiful antique Ouija. |
Please. That's all I need. |
Someone's there. |
What? |
In the window. Norman's at work. |
I don't... |
Wow. I'm losing it. |
No, you're not. But a presence in your house is not something to be taken lightly. |
Sit down here. |
Are we hoping the ghost is going to have to pee? |
Place your fingers on the planchette. |
The planchette? |
This. |
We wish to commune with the spirit of Mrs. Feur. What's her first name? |
I don't know. |
Nothing's happening. |
Shhh. |
Oh... |
ME... |
Mef? What's Mef? |
It's initials. F is Feur. It's her. |
I have to go. |
Jody, wait. |
Are you okay? |
I think so |
I'm sorry for leaving, but I mean, Jesus, Claire... |
It's alright. |
I mess around with this stuff, but I never thought anything would happen. |
Does Norman know? |
Jody, she's alive. |
What? |
Mrs. Feur. She's alive. I met her. She's really sweet. |
Then what was it? |
Nothing. It wasn't anything. I've been on edge lately. Maybe since the accident. And I'd prefer, I really would, to just |
Something was there. You saw it. |
Did I? |
Yes. Now I talked to Sela and there's a guy, this Pakistani guy down in Hartford... |
Hartford? |
And he's the real thing. Specializes in cases like this, like yours. |
No. Jody, listen to me. You have to listen to me. This is not something that I can do right now. Whatever it was, it's gone. I need it to be gone now. |
But Claire |
Please. |
Okay. Okay. |
I've got to find a bathroom. I'll call you. |
Oh God...you knew. |
I was down in Adamant... |
Adamant? |
Artsy little village down seven. There's a guy there who sells my work. I had just dropped off some paintings and as I got in my car...I saw Norman sitting at this little cafe. |
I started to walk over...but he wasn't alone. A blond. I only caught a glimpse. She was young. I should have said something right away. But I didn't. |
Why? |
Partly because I didn't want to hurt you...but partly...partly because I was relieved. |
Relieved? |
I had just been left by Richard. I was bitter and miserable and for some fucked up reason, it made me feel better that your life wasn't as perfect as it seemed. |
By the time I finally got up the nerve to tell you, Stan called from the hospital and it was too late. |
Too late? Jody, it was an accident. |
Alone? On a two lane road? With a ton of Valium in your system? |
I got there first. Stan covered up the pills and I had it out with Norman. He seemed desperate not to lose you. He promised to handle it. And we all let it drop away. |
All of us. |
I'm a terrible friend. |
No. |
How could I expect you to tell me something that I wouldn't even tell myself? |
What are you going to do? |
I don't know. |
If she was dangerous before |
She could have hurt me if she wanted to. |
You don't know that. If it's your belief that gives her form, then you've got to shut her out. Somehow you have to break the connection. |
No. She wanted me to know the truth. Now that I do...I think she's at peace. |
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