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