Girl Most Likely Page #5

And I will specifically

mention your name in the letter,

which, apparently, I am

very good at writing.

Wow. You're really

gonna show me, aren't you? Jeez.

All right, I'll tell you what.

Here.

- Why are you giving me a quarter?

- Just call it.

My sanity hangs in the balance,

and this is how you're deciding if

you're gonna take me or not?

Yeah. Do you want me call it

or should you call it?

- What's it going to be?

- Tails.

Tails. All right.

Here's hoping.

Oh.

You know what? Forget it.

Just forget it. I don't need this from

some, like, happy-go-lucky simpleton...

"Happy-go-lucky"?

...who thinks

it's really funny to taunt someone

who's on the brink of

a mental breakdown,

who is literally reeling

from the shock of her life!

Will you relax? Just relax.

It's tails.

Okay?

You're going to New York.

I'm sorry I called you

a simpleton before.

What about happy-go-lucky?

Yeah. That, too, I guess.

And thanks for doing this for me.

I'm actually doing this for myself.

Because now I can ask you to do, like,

anything and you have to do it.

Okay, well, I'm not planning on

ever seeing you again after today

ever in my life, so, great.

Sounds like a plan.

Okay. So, what's your story?

My story? Um...

Well, I grew up in Pennsylvania.

Went to college when I was 17.

Where?

Uh, Yale.

You did not go to Yale.

Okay.

I didn't go to Yale.

Um...

Then I moved to Philly

and sang in a shitty band.

Bussed tables for a while.

And then this guy I knew

had an audition

to be in a show at the Oasis Casino.

I went with him, and the

next thing you know,

I got the job.

Does he hate you?

No. I don't think he hates me.

I would hate you.

Yeah, but you hate everybody.

So, what's your story?

Have you ever heard of

Douglas J. Hollingsworth?

Well, every year

he awards someone a $30,000 grant

to write a play that he will produce.

And in 2004 he picked me.

And my whole world opened up.

I met Dara, who was on the board.

She introduced me to my boyfriend,

and it just felt like

everything was starting.

But when I actually sat down to write,

nothing good came out.

So I just went shopping with my friends

and went on vacations.

And when the year was up,

I didn't have a play to produce.

So why don't you just

finish something now?

Because nobody cares now.

It's over.

You know, you're lucky

you're back in New York.

I was going to force you to come

see my show tomorrow as payback.

Sorry, but I am never

crossing the Hudson again.

Come on, do you really think New

York is that much better?

Yeah. You kidding?

Come on, New York has everything.

Central Park, when it snows.

Okay, yeah.

Bergdorf's.

Everyone here dresses so beautifully,

and they're intelligent.

It's like they have

this swagger of, like,

"I finished the New York Times

crossword puzzle in pen."

Huh.

Wow, okay.

Not all of them, but...

Hey, Joe, can I get a spare key?

I lost mine.

Uh, Miss Duncan, I can't.

I'm afraid I can't let you up there.

What do you mean? What's going on?

You should talk to Mr. Bill.

What?

Joe, that's my apartment.

All my stuff is up there.

I need to get up there. I live there!

I can't. You should talk to him.

Sorry.

They can't do that! That can't be legal.

It's not fair!

You can't just randomly evict someone

and ban them from even entering

their place of residence

just because of a recent,

financial hardship.

Who are you texting?

Your mom.

Just to let her know you're okay.

Oh! Uh, listen, when we get into

Dara's, uh, don't introduce yourself.

I'll just do it.

How about I just stay outside?

Okay. Well, I'll be back, either way.

Hey, Dara, it's me.

I really need to talk to you.

It's Imogene.

What should I do?

- Hi.

- Oh, thank God you're home!

Imogene. I thought that

you were in New Jersey with your family?

Yes. Well, mercifully,

I've been given a reprieve.

Can I come in?

Um... We're not dressed.

Oh, okay. Well, can't

you put something on?

Uh, you know what? Maybe it's

just better if we talk like this.

How have you been doing?

I'm great. I just found out

that my father is still alive.

- Oh, my God.

- I know!

- Do you know where he is?

- Yes.

He is in New York.

And he is successful. He wrote this.

Um, anyway, the point is

I cannot go back to New Jersey.

And my landlord is not letting me

into my apartment right now. So...

That's terrible. Where

are you going to stay?

She is not staying here.

Um...

I was hoping that

maybe I could stay with you,

just until Peter and I patch things up,

or until I locate my father,

whichever comes first.

Close the door!

Honestly, I would be

absolutely fine with it,

but James has a very weird thing

about non-blood-related people

staying with us.

I would not be asking you this

unless it was an absolute emergency.

- I have nowhere else to go.

- I know.

And I really, really,

really wanna be there for you right now,

and if it was anything else

I would absolutely say yes, but I...

I promise I won't be any trouble at all.

I won't even talk, I promise.

Dara!

Okay, I'm so sorry.

I have to close the door right now.

And I really understand

if you're not able

to come to the book launch party.

I just want you to focus

on getting better.

- But that's...

- And I love you so much.

Please. Please.

Please. Dara!

Oh, man, it's really gonna pour.

on, my God.

Okay, just hold on, Bubba.

Get the rubber suit on!

We're almost there.

- Get your arm in!

- Are you guys okay?

The lights!

The lights went out from the storm.

Okay, if anyone

has any jewelry or silverware on them,

- stay away from the windows.

- Why? Why?

Well, we were eating

Chinese food with forks, and he sparked.

- Almost blew up the house!

- From Chinese food?

No, no, no. From the metal.

I'm gonna get some candles.

See, he's been

struck by lightning three times,

which officially makes him a conduit.

Tell her what a conduit is.

No, I know what a conduit is.

Okay. Okay.

How do you feel?

I had the distinct

feeling that I was in movement.

Do you know blackness movement?

How long did it last?

Ralph, when you're moving

through other dimensions,

you can't measure time

in an earthly way.

Okay. Hi.

Is there any possibility

you can take your campfire tales

to another more isolated

part of the house?

No, Imogene. This is the center.

It's the only place George is safe.

All right, now,

just go ahead and finish your story.

The electricity had vaporized

nearly every hair on my body.

It took me a year and a half

to grow my eyebrows back.

And the local villagers were able to

hoist me up on top of the elephant,

and at the end,

I was pronounced dead.

Hi, yes. Is there an M. Duncan

available, please?

My briefcase?

Where's my briefcase?

It's in the closet, honey, like always.

Oh, well, do you know

if he's a world-renowned author

and an expert on the

early colonial period?

Are you sure

you don't want something for the road?

No, "colonial"?

No.

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