Lost and Delirious Page #2
that you gave me up.
You were only a kid,
I totally understand.
Don't be scared of me.
I'm not scary.
I know you had a hard life.
And I have had a pretty good one.
Comfortable, you know,
if a little chilly.
Well, I imagine you living in some
apartment in Gerard and Parliament
selling your ass for a living.
And I just thought
I'd get in touch and we could
go for a beer sometime.
Your loving daughter,
Paulie.
P.S. Janet,
my fake mother, she smiles without
her eyes and her hands are cold."
I really hope she answers, P.
When she's old, I'm gonna
carry her around on my back.
You've never even met her?
Children's Aid took me
away from her in hospital.
She held me for one whole day.
Every minute.
That's what they told me.
We always like talk on the phone.
Maybe that's why you
never say what you mean?
I can't say what I mean, P.
I mean, how could I ever
really say to her what I mean?
Even in a letter.
I mean like,
"Dear Mommy, I hate you.
The most recent reason being that
you went on about my teeth at Easter
in front of all your gross friends.
You want me to be like...
your perfect Junior League girl,
and grow up to do like
charity balls and be like the
concubine of some banker. Like you.
But the truth of it is
I am addicted to you.
Like chocolate.
I'm like I just always
want to be around you.
I'm just like some stupid little
puppy, and you just keep kicking
my teeth in with your words.
No, your tone.
And sometimes...
I don't know...
sometimes I wish you were dead."
Rage more, Victoria.
I can't believe I just said that.
My stepmother's always talking
about me when I'm there.
I hate it.
I hate her.
I think she's jealous
of my closeness to my dad.
Tory's mom's
insanely jealous of her.
Creeps me f*** out.
Why would she be jealous of me?
What?
Hey, Mary.
You didn't do your letter yet?
I'm sorry.
No, it's okay.
I just don't see the point
of writing her a letter.
Maybe she could hear you, you know?
If I did write her a letter...
Go for it.
"Dear Mother,
Remember you asked me
when you were sick...
well, dying...?
It was fall.
October.
Still hot that year,
and your room
it smelled like
sweet rotten apples.
And I was holding
your head in my arms
and your breathing was so fast
and like shallow...
You said, 'Mary,
please
remember me.'
And the thing is
I do sometimes forget
what you Iook like..."
Brave.
Do you really not remember
what she looked like?
Sometimes.
Oh, God, that is so incredibly sad.
"Brave."
That's your new name.
Mary B.
"B" for "Brave."
"Mouse" is dead.
We're glad you're
our new roommate, Mary.
Aren't we, Paulie?
Duh. Are you glad to be our new
roommate, Mary Brave?
Come on. Truth. Be honest.
Excuse me.
I was wondering...
Would you?
Could you?
You like to garden?
Yeah.
Yes. I used to do it every day,
like from April till it snowed
with my mother.
Before
she passed away.
I'm sorry to hear that.
So, I was wondering if maybe
you could use some help sometime?
Or, if you'd rather not,
that's totally fine.
No, no, no. That's okay.
It's uh... That'd be nice.
It's uh... first time
in twenty years
that one of the girls offered.
It's sort of like a sign coming.
Dawning of a new age.
Yeah, well...
I was just kidding.
I'll run it past Fay.
I mean Miss Vaughn.
The head mistress.
I'm sure she'll be okay with that.
Hey, what's your name?
Well, it's...
it's in transition.
In transition?
I like that.
So uh...
how do you spell that?
Is that with a "ph" or an "f"?
You're a... you're a bit
of a thinker, aren't you?
I don't know.
Well, you are.
So, I'll be expecting you...
"in transition."
And get yourself some gloves.
So...
She's been planning
this trip to Italy all year.
I just can't call
her up and be like,
"Sorry, Mom, trip's off. I'm going
tree planting out west with Paulie."
Tory...
You know what I want to do.
But I can't.
She's been acting really
psycho lately, Paulie...
And I don't know...
I have to spend some time with her.
Besides, you and me will be
together in the fall at McGill.
We will be so together.
I'm going to plant 3000 trees a day.
And win a golden shovel for you.
She gets serious nightmares.
Shall we go easy
today for Mary Brave?
You are gonna love it in here.
It's so cool.
Are you okay?
You should be able to speak easily.
No pain, no gain, Mary Brave.
You're doing good for your first
time out. Don't you think, Paulie?
Not bad.
I think we're doing
seven-and-half-minute miles.
No way. Nine at the fastest.
We're dragging our butts, man.
-Oh sh*t.
-Oh, God.
It's so beautiful.
Don't touch it if you
don't want to get bit.
Just leave it to me. Okay.
Okay, I'll take care of it.
I said just leave it to me.
I'll meet up with you later. Go.
Come on. When she has
something in her head...
Hey, there.
Hi!
One of you sexy ladies would like
Uh... but thanks.
We're in training so...
Hey, aren't you
Tim Moller's sister?
-Yeah, I'm Tory.
-Hi.
And this is Mary.
Nice to meet you.
I'm Jake Hollander.
And uh, this is John.
And that idiot is Phil.
-Hi.
-Hi.
So anyway um...
-We gotta get going.
-Hey, Tory,
isn't it Tim's 18th coming up?
down at the Bluenote?
Yeah. Yeah, it is.
Sounds like a good time.
You gonna be there?
Um... maybe.
Anyways, we gotta go.
I hope to see you there, Tory.
-"I hope to see you there, Tory."
-Shut up.
-Who?
You know who.
He liked my tits.
They all like my tits.
-So you're gonna go?
-Where?
To your brother's birthday party?
groping me? I'd rather stay home.
I wonder what Paulie's
done with that bird.
Paulie!
Paulie!
Oh, my God!
Is that for the bird?
If they can see too much they get
freaked out. And they go psycho.
-Do you think he's gonna fly again?
-I'm gonna take care of it.
This is gonna be way, way cool.
Come here.
I would so totally
lose it without you, P.
Don't worry.
My mother, she really
liked to get her hands dirty.
I'm always afraid
of like... worm eggs.
Worm eggs?
Do worms lay eggs?
I think so.
Or no. I don't know.
I don't think they lay eggs.
I think they just kind of...
ooze up out of the earth.
Your mother,
she sounds pretty interesting.
I like a woman who doesn't
Yeah. She would say, "Hey,
don't worry. It's a clean dirt."
-She was funny.
-Yeah.
Every year, in the spring,
she would wake me up in the morning
and she would whisper in my ear
And we would go outside
in our nightgowns and bare feet.
And get your feet dirty. Together.
I don't know if they
didn't know I could hear.
Orjust pretended they didn't know.
But after a while,
it was... kind of...
I don't know, okay.
Their sounds, their whispers...
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