Hysterical Blindness Page #2

What do you want?

l want to go to Skyway's for a Sky High.

Go get your mother!

Come on, we're going to Skyway's!

And it doesn't matter that you're mad,

we're going.

Hurry up!

You know how impatient she is!

Fine.

Let's not be mad.

l had to walk all the way home by myself,

carrying my hairspray.

l was standing outside Ollie's last night,

smoking, and Patrick Swayze eyes...

walked right up to me and started talking.

He talked to you?

He must've seen me in the bar or something.

We had the most amazing conversation.

lt was really short, but it was really special.

You said he was a conceited jerk.

l didn't know him then.

l do now.

Did you go home with him?

No, it wasn't like that.

l just let him walk me to my car.

He walked you to your car?

He did.

This guy is real different.

At the end, when we were saying goodbye,

he went:

"Cheer up."

Why?

Because he was trying

to say something nice to me.

Congratulations, Deb.

Amber, can you sit back down?

l can't see.

What a night.

lt's amazing how fast

everything can change.

And a small orange juice.

You bet.

Two eggs, sunny-side up.

Not runny, but l want them soft.

Four extra pieces of toast

with the butter put on all included toast...

while it's still hot so it melts evenly.

A side of link sausage

and side of hash browns...

that must be brown.

Can you bring us another ketchup,

so we don't have to share the same bottle?

And one jumbo-size coke.

Coming right up, ladies.

Thank you, Mrs. Miller.

-You're welcome.

-Thank you.

You're welcome. Have fun, girls.

B*tch.

ls there something going on

between you and your mother?

l don't want to talk about my mother, Beth.

Fine.

Your boyfriend's here.

l tried to give him a table and he goes, "No.

"l prefer to wait until

one opens up in Virginia's station."

He just likes my station, that's all.

l hope you don't think

something's gonna come of this.

Actually, he took me out Friday night...

and Saturday night.

Maybe he likes my company.

l hope you didn't sleep with him, Virginia.

l seen this before.

l know how this turns out every time.

Here you go.

Thank you, Mrs. Miller.

-Enjoy.

-Thanks.

Guess what?

What?

Debby's mother has a boyfriend.

My God!

-Who?

-Nobody.

Him.

He's a real a**hole.

ls that why you're mad at your mother?

l don't want her to get hurt, that's all.

Deb, maybe she's not gonna get hurt.

He's a jerk. Just look at him.

See?

Yeah, l guess.

Deb, it's okay, you know.

Look at it this way.

Now you and your mother

both met somebody.

That could be good.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

-Are you really going out with this guy?

-Maybe.

After so long, you decide

you want to go out with some guy?

Debby, l'm working here.

Can l tell you something here, Ma?

You got to be careful.

People are waiting for their Sky Highs.

After this guy leaves,

l might not stick around this time.

l'm not 13 anymore.

There you go. Get you anything else?

l love this song.

l just want to party all night.

Beth!

Sit down, everybody's looking at you.

-No, they're not.

-They think you look stupid.

No, they don't.

My God. He's here.

He saw you.

He looked right at you, Deb.

l don't think he recognized you.

l doubt that, Beth.

l told him l'd be here.

l'm sure he's gonna come over.

You're right, as soon as he's ready.

How're you doing?

All right, l'm gonna play the jukebox.

-Good idea.

-What should l play?

-lt doesn't matter.

-Yes, it does!

Play anything by Zeppelin,

you can't go wrong.

All right.

ls he looking?

No.

All right. Here l go.

What are you doing?

Deb, l don't want to stay alone

at the bar forever.

Okay.

Let's just go back.

Maybe he's not in the mood to talk.

Or maybe you should just

look for another guy tonight.

l can't do that.

All right.

My mother says

guys don't always know how to act...

around a girl they really like.

She says, you have to let guys know

how you feel...

so, then they know how to act around you.

She thinks that may be my problem.

l'm aloof.

Aloof?

Yeah.

All right.

l'm going over there. All right?

How do l look?

You look really cool, Deb.

-Here l go.

-Don't take too long.

l won't. Now, do not move.

How the f*** are you?

-Hi. How you doing?

-All right.

Good.

-Who's that girl? ls she your friend?

-My best friend.

She's waiting for her boyfriend.

lt's beat here.

l hate when it's beat.

You could play pool.

Bill, she wants to play pool.

Did she put her name down?

Give her a break, she wants to play real bad.

Silly.

l don't want to play pool.

Me neither.

-l just like to watch until l get bored.

-Yeah?

Me, too, l'm exactly like that.

Your best friend is waving at you.

No, it's no big deal.

l'll be right back.

-What the f*** are you doing?

-l'm bored, Deb.

-l might go home with him.

-No, Deb.

But why not? What's wrong?

l don't know.

Are you sure he's really into you?

You are acting like you're jealous.

l am not. F*** you.

No, f*** you. l want to be with this guy,

and you shouldn't be ruining it on me.

What am l supposed to do all night?

Just take my car,

and just go where you want.

-Alone?

-Yes.

Now smile, and act like

you're having a good time.

l don't want him to think

we're arguing over this.

Okay, fine. Have a good time, Deb.

Thanks.

That looked serious.

No.

She looks a little bored.

No, she's just....

l mean, she just loves waiting for him.

You want to go someplace?

-What, you mean now?

-Yeah, why not?

lt's pretty beat here.

Come here.

Where do you want to go?

Anywhere.

-How about your house?

-All right.

See you, Rick.

Mrs. Miller?

This is Amber Autumn Tuchinsky.

I was wondering if you wanted

to watch TV with me.

He just left, that's all.

Without warning.

He had a girlfriend, of course.

He actually brought her

into my living room...

and said she was an old school friend

he'd just ran into.

She had dinner with us.

Sat down to dinner, just Ralph...

Debby, me and her.

Debby was only 13.

Then the next day,

he just threw some things in the car and...

drove off.

Good riddance.

What do people call you?

They call you Ginny?

Sometimes.

l'd be honored if l can call you Ginny.

-Yeah, sure.

-Or Gin?

Gin?

After l met you l thought about you a lot...

and that's what l call you in my mind.

"Gin."

l like it.

Could l call you Nicky? That'd be okay?

Sure, that's fine.

Okay, Nicky.

This is a really nice house.

Thanks.

Did your mother help you fix it up?

-l'm gonna have a beer. You want one?

-Yeah.

Thanks.

This is a really nice house.

Thanks.

l live with my mother.

There's two bedrooms...

but l moved in the basement,

and now, l have my privacy.

That's good.

l give an incredible blow job.

Yeah?

You'll never get better.

Really?

l'd like to see that.

Maybe you will.

Come here.

You leaving?

l was thirsty.

That's last night's beer.

Must be pretty rank.

l didn't have that much of it.

We should get in the bed.

lt's good here.

On the floor?

lt's not that comfortable.

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