Secretary Page #4

Lee, I don't... I don't know

how to deal with...

I'm sorry, I'm going to have

to ask you to leave.

I'm your fianc, Lee.

You are trespassing.

You are making

an unwarranted incursion...

a gradual or stealthy entrance

into the sphere of another.

Okay, Lee...

are you doing something...

sexual, right now?

Does this look sexual to you?

I don't know, Lee!

Why don't you move your hands?

Because I don't want to.

No!

Peter...

I don't want you.

Now, get out.

Get out.

Get out!

I brought you some peas.

There are no statutes

capable of controlling...

the relations between

men and women.

There are other ways

to show your feelings, Lee.

More conventional ways.

I expect that dress back,

dry cleaned, in perfect condition.

I'm just going to leave

you with this literature.

Why don't you read

about women's struggle first?

You know, Lee,...

there's a long history

of this in Catholicism.

The monks used to wear

thorns on their temples.

And the nuns wore them

sewn inside their clothing.

Two years ago when it didn't

work out between us, that was it.

I let him slip through my fingers.

You are part of a great tradition.

- I admire you, Ms. Holloway.

Without question, he is the most

isolated man I've ever known.

The worm... amazing.

Who's to say that love

needs to be soft and gentle?

'You are the child of God's

hoIy gift of life.

You come from me,

but you are not me.

Your soul and your body

are your own,...

and yours to do with

as you wish.'

Thank you, Daddy.

Drinks.

Take what you ordered.

Don't take anybody else's drink.

What you ordered.

We are here on day three

of what has come to be known...

as the 'Lee Holloway Hunger Strike.'

You may have heard...

that there are those

in the community who wonder...

if Ms. Holloway is even willing

to starve herself to death.

'In one way or another,

I've always suffered.

I didn't know why, exactly.

But I do know that I'm not

so scared of suffering now.

I feeI more

than I've ever felt,...

and I've found someone to feel with,

to pIay with, to love,...

in a way that

feels right for me.

I hope he knows that I can see

that he suffers too,...

and that I want to love him.'

Each cut, each scar, each burn,

a different mood or time.

I told him

what the first one was.

I told him

where the second one came from.

I remembered them all.

And for the first time in my life,

I felt beautiful.

Finally part of the earth.

I touched the soil

and he loved me back.

Where did you go to high school?

What was your mother like?

What was her name?

What did it say...

under your senior

yearbook picture?

Who was your first Iove?

When did your heart...

first get broken?

Where were you born?

Des Moines, Iowa.

All our activities melted into

an everyday sort of life...

until we looked like

any other couple you'd see.

Pull it over, yes.

Just pull it tight.

Now these pillows

like to be stacked...

largest to the smallest.

We had a June wedding, by ourselves,

at the justice of the peace.

Then we honeymooned

in the mountains.

We only had the weekend, because

Edward had to get back to work.

Edited by Raymy

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