Savage Grace Page #5

a vernissage after the opening,

she offered to host a little dinner...

chez Harnden.

I'm so happy for you, Mummy.

I like the way you've been dressing lately.

Is that from Gieves?

No. Actually, it's from Anderson,

from Anderson & Sheppard.

- Did you just walk in?

- No. You might just walk into Gieves,

but you're not going to walk into Anderson -

you get walked into Anderson.

In my case,

by Timothy Chalmers.

Have you been seeing a lot

of young Timothy Chalmers?

I don't think he's the kind of person

you want to learn from,

if what you want to learn

is how to be a man.

- What do you mean?

- I don't think Timothy likes women much.

Oh, he's English, is all.

He's the kind of person

that does things for people -

in the way that Missy Harnden

does for you.

I hope you haven't incurred

any obligation.

Mother, we're talking about

an introduction to a tailor, a clothier.

Well, I very much like

this material... this fabric.

- What would you call it?

- It's a worsted, I should think.

It's much nicer than

your other worsted.

Well, that's Anderson.

This is interesting.

Barbara... please.

You don't seem to mind it.

Part of you doesn't seem to mind it.

I suppose I don't... mind.

- You might even enjoy it.

- I might.

Ah, I'm finding some buttons here.

- How many?

- Five.

- They do them with five.

- That's five.

That's four.

That's three.

Hold that thought.

God...

I like the boxers you've chosen.

I picked them out for myself.

How does that feel?

I think you know.

Did you come?

No.

We can do something about that.

You're the best.

You are.

You are the best.

Are you sure

you didn't put it anywhere?

Why do you care so much

about this thing?

For the same reason that

anyone cares about anything -

for its value,

its sentimental value.

We are talking about a dog collar...

We are talking about a collar

that belonged to Giotto,

- a dog I loved, and a dog that died!

- Inside voice, please.

Now the dog is gone,

but we still have the collar,

and we have moved

and moved and moved,

and we have never lost it!

Oh, Tony, please.

Go look for it.

Go!

Tony?

Tony!

Get your thumb

out of your mouth.

You are not a f***ing baby!

You hid it.

You hid it in the cupboard. At the very back

of the cupboard, with Nini's silver.

- I did no such thing.

- Then how did it get there?

Well, maybe you put it there

for safekeeping,

and then you forgot.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Let me help you. Tony. Tony...

After we fought this morning

you wrote something on a piece of paper.

And I was so angry...

that when you went out for lunch

I just had to tear it up.

We didn't fight this morning. We stayed in

and read the papers, remember?

You wrote it

in that backwards writing.

But I'm not stupid.

I know that you think

I'm not smart, but I'm...

smart enough to know that

if there is a piece of backward writing...

...why, you just hold it up to a mirror.

So I tore it into little pieces,

and I flushed it down the toilet.

But you know how that toilet is, and

those pieces kept... kept floating to the top.

I don't know what you're talking about.

When you talk nonsense I can't...

- I'm not talking...

- I can't help you.

- I am telling you!

- You are spouting!

I'm going to call an ambulance.

Yes.

Thank you.

Yes, I'd like to place an order.

To be delivered.

Yes. Baekeland.

I'm very hungry.

Yeah, those thin rice noodles

with pork, shredded pork.

Yeah, that would be it.

And some rice, some fried rice.

No, the large.

Dear Papa,

I'm hoping you receive this letter.

During the time

preceding what happened

a lot of rather strange things

were happening.

Earlier that afternoon

I had a telephone call

from a friend of ours who lives in Wales.

She told me

I had fallen down an elevator shaft.

I thought this rather strange.

And yet it had

a profound effect on me.

I was in a dreadful state.

For a long time

I didn't know where I was.

Past memories

kept flooding my mind,

and I felt like I was re-enacting

parts of my former life.

You know I loved, and still love and adore,

Mummy more than anyone in the world.

Hello?

Hello?

Mr. Baekeland?

You would be Mr. Baekeland, sir?

Yes.

- And this would be?

- My mother.

I do wish

we could all be together again.

And another thing is,

I have so much in my head that...

to let it out would surely kill me.

Nevertheless, I feel better now...

and even feel that a great weight

has been lifted from my shoulders.

Does anyone know who died?

Is it someone famous?

No. They said to move on.

Yes, it is very boring here,

but I try to be good

and not to fret.

And you ask me what it's like

to be in prison. Well...

just exactly as one would imagine.

There will be a Mass given

by Barbara's friends who knew her well

and remember

what was lovable and brave in her

at St. Mary's,

Cadogan Gardens,

at 6:
30 p. m. on November 30.

She would have been happy

to know you had been there, too.

Let's get out of town

Go swimming, swimming

Move your arms around

We're wading so far out

Nothing to cry about

Mmm, mmm

It barely makes a sound

Let's get out of here

Go flying, flying

You're so pretty, dear

And you're mine

Aren't you, now?

Higher than a cloud

Mmm, mmm

It barely makes a sound

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh

Ahh-ahh, ahh

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh

Ahh-ahh

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh

Ahh-ahh, ahh

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh, ahh

Oh, didn't you find me

Drawn on lightly?

Dragging it out

Oh, didn't you know me?

Nothing to show me

Just gotta get out

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Let's get out of town

Go sailing, sailing

Throw the anchor down

Head to heaven with me now

Angel on the bow

Mmm, mmm, mmm

It barely made a sound

Ahh-ahh

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh

Ahh-ahh,

ahh-ahh

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