Girlfriends Page #6

What time is it?

10:
15.

God damn!

I blew it.

Sh*t!

What? What?

The show.

The gallery.

I didn't see what pictures

she hung up. I don't know...

Go! Go!

See, I'm doing it.

Frigging losing myself.

Who is that little pussycat?

Susan took such

a pretty picture of you.

She's going to be

a famous photographer someday.

Yes, she is.

Want to know a secret?

Let's you and me

have a secret, OK?

How would you like

a little brother or sister?

Would you like that?

But it's our own private secret.

We won't tell daddy just yet, OK?

Suze?

Is she there?

Hi, Julie.

How are you?

I just called to

wish her luck on the show,

and you, too.

Also, Julie, can you tell her I'm sorry

about what happened the other day?

She'll understand.

OK. I'm OK.

- Goddamn critics.

- Beatrice.

They'll get their asses downtown

once we've got the critics.

Here.

Hey Susan, doesn't it look

marvelous, no?

Yeah, Beatrice,

but there's a problem.

Problem?

Brace yourself.

OK.

What's the problem?

The problem is you didn't hang up the

picture I wanted of the bar mitzvah boy.

The bar mitzvah boy?

It's right here.

No. I meant the closeup.

- Oh my God, did you tell me that?

- Yeah, I did.

And why didn't you come by last night

and checked it?

I told you to do that, Susan.

Sorry, I couldn't make it last night.

That's no excuse.

What d'you mean you can't make it?

It's your exhibition.

- Do you think we change it?

- No, we can't.

It's too late.

People are coming.

Beatrice, it's my show.

I mean, can't we put it up?

We can do it fast.

No, we can't do it fast.

We can't do it at all.

You better grow up, you know, Susan,

if you're going to stay

in this business.

Don't let her scare you, Susan.

Don't patronize her, Charlie.

She's a professional now.

Enjoy your show, for Christ's sake.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

You're the one who

started me on all this.

No. I don't take any of the credit.

It's all yours.

The Bermans.

Oh, Rabbi Gold, I'd like you

to meet my parents.

This is my mother and my stepfather.

Mister...

Abe. Abe.

Pleased to meet you.

Susan.

- Hi.

- Hi.

For you.

Oh, for me?

Thank you.

- You really look beautiful.

- Oh, thank you.

Terry.

- Denise, hi.

- Hi, Suze.

Hi, Susan. Uh...

Listen, Annie's not going

to be able to make it.

She's not? Why?

No. She left for

the country this morning.

Oh.

Uh... by herself?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Has she ever done that before?

No. She said she had

a lot of work to do,

and, uh...

She said that you would understand.

That I would understand?

Yeah.

Hey. How you doing?

So-so.

Where's Annie?

She's not coming.

I think this is for you.

Oh, you're crazy.

What am I going to do with this?

Well, I thought maybe we could have

an early dinner...

Or a young dinner.

Annie?

Susan.

What are you doing here?

Oh, Suze...

I'm sorry. I just...

I couldn't...

Annie.

Are you all right?

You know, I haven't been alone

more than 10 minutes in my life.

I think I've heard that before.

The only time I get to work is

between 5:
00 and 6:30 in the morning.

Then it's, you know, very quiet.

Did you see Martin?

Yeah.

He was upset.

I had an abortion this morning.

He doesn't know.

How come?

I didn't want to be talked out of it.

I feel like such a coward.

You're no coward, Annie.

How was the show?

Did everybody come?

Oh, everybody who was anybody came.

My mother, my stepfather,

Martin, Terry, Eric.

How is he?

Who?

Are you gonna move in with him?

You have any salt?

Are you?

I'm afraid.

Of what?

Of being left.

I know you are.

I'm not sure.

You're the one that likes

to take chances around here.

Ah. An illusion, my dear.

I'm the biggest turtle I know.

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Uh-oh.

I think it's Martin.

Anne?

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