Queen of Earth Page #5

- OK...

- I don't even really know these people.

My friends are renting a house nearby.

I don't really know them either.

How'd you end up here?

Oh, I guess... um...

Well, I'm friends with the niece.

Small world.

Increasingly...

So, your father was friends

with Ginny's father?

I thought you didn't want to ask.

- I'm just talking here.

- Are we?

What the f***...?

Catherine... sh*t...

F***, f***, f***!

- Is your face OK?

- Mm. Fine.

- Is it acting up again?

- Mm-mm.

Does... drinking make it better or worse?

- Better... usually.

- Hm...

Have you seen a doctor?

Mm-hm. I've seen a bunch of them.

I've seen dermatologists,

I've seen a dentist,

and I've seen an ENT.

I've had X-rays and MRIs.

And?

Nothing.

Sounds psychosomatic to me.

- Excuse me?

- I'm just saying, like...

half a dozen doctors tell you that...

A dozen, at least.

If a fuckload of doctors tells you that

there's nothing wrong with you,

then what other conclusion

can you possibly reach.

I don't know, Rich.

Maybe that they're wrong.

You know more than the doctors.

- How's Virginia's portrait coming along?

- Rich, cut it out.

What? I'm curious.

You say you've been working on it.

I can't wait to see it.

What's your f***ing problem?

Just think of all the press you're gonna get.

Emerging from tragedy

with such an accomplished canvas.

It's really gonna be quite an event.

How dare you.

Who the hell are you to come in

and speak to me that way?

I don't even know you.

How dare you speak to me like that.

You f***ing animal.

You unrepentant piece of sh*t.

You click your tongue, and you revel

in the affairs of others.

You are worthless.

You don't know anything about me.

You show up to f*** my best friend.

And you pry into the lives of others.

To conceal how worthless and boring

your own life is.

I don't deserve this.

I just want to be left alone.

I want to be left alone with

the few people who are left in this world,

who are decent.

You are weak... and greedy.

And selfish.

And you are the root of every problem.

You...

are why people betray one another.

You are why there is nowhere safe

or happy, anymore.

You...

are why depression exists.

You are why there is no escape

from indecency and gossip.

And lies.

You...

Rich...

You are why my father had to die.

Because he couldn't live

in a world like this.

I was wondering if, or when,

you'd be back here.

This was supposed to be my vacation.

Ah... Sorry if I ruined that.

Why don't you like me?

You know, I mean...

I mean, really.

You're a rich, spoiled brat.

You grew up in a bubble,

and when that bubble popped,

you expected everybody to be around

and feel sorry for you.

- I thought I just wanted to be left alone.

- No.

You didn't.

You wanted to make

a spectacle of yourself.

- Yeah...?

- Yeah.

But you don't really know me.

Don't I?

You were a stuck-up brat last year.

And...

you're a stuck-up brat this year too.

So...

You will never be your father.

You know that?

You were never going to be.

In fact, I'm convinced

that if you weren't related to him,

you probably wouldn't have gotten

close to him.

Cat?

What are you doing?

Stop. Stop it.

OK. All right. Cat, stop it.

What are you doing?

Rich, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Rich.

Ginny?

Ginny, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ginny, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

Oh, I made a mess.

Really, I made a mess. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Please...

Please don't be mad with me.

Just don't leave me, OK?

Ginny...

I promise I'll get better.

I promise.

I promise I will.

You're not gonna leave me...

Ready to go?

Not at all...

wish I never had to...

I'm glad that I got to... make it up here.

And I'm sorry if, uh...

I ruined it by bringing, you know...

- What's his name?

- Can't remember.

- Same time next year?

- No question.

You're gonna be OK.

Thanks.

You too.

I know you've been going through

a hard time, and...

I just wanted to apologise

if I really wasn't there for you.

Well...

Maybe someday you'll be going through

this sh*t, and I won't be there for you,

and then we'll be even.

God, I hope so.

- No.

- Yes...

Time has come.

Come here.

- OK, you gotta let me go now.

- Mm-mm. Not gonna let you go.

- Gotta do it.

- I don't want to.

Come on. I feel uncomfortable.

- OK. Bye.

- Bye.

- See you soon.

- Mm-hm.

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