Smooth Talk Page #3

My thoughts?

They're not worth it.

Honestly?

Honestly, Mom.

Okay, then how about

half a penny?

That's closer.

Who made up these damn rules,

and who says I have to follow them?

I mean, why can't I ever

say what I feel?

I miss this, Connie!

Mom, you do it every day.

How can you miss it?

Don't be such a wiseass.

You know what I mean.

I guess.

Do you know what I mean?

I don't know.

What do I mean?

You mean like we used to

do things together, right?

Right.

Honey, that's what I mean.

- Mother, please.

- What?!

What did I do?!

I don't like to be hugged.

You don't, huh?

No, I don't.

I guess it depends

on who, doesn't it?

What's that supposed to mean?

I mean, it depends

on who does the hugging.

Jesus Christ.

Hi.

Hi, Jill.

It's nice to see you again.

Becoming quite a stranger.

I've been tootling around.

You know,

patrolling the neighborhood.

You three kids are all crazy.

Going back

to the same movie every night.

We are?

Oh! We are.

We really are.

Don't I know it.

They say time is the only cure.

Jill, could we do

a little trade around here?

Switch some girls.

Sure. You bet.

My mother'd love that.

There's this guy.

He's asking me questions about you.

- He's stopped me on the street.

- Will you shut up?

So, what'd you wanna tell me?

Let's go in your room.

No, I don't wanna

go in my room.

Why not?

She's gonna think

we have secrets, you and me.

So, this guy's been

asking about me, huh?

Does his name

happen to be Jeff?

And he's got, like,

curlyish brown hair and kinda tall?

And he's asking questions

'cause he's dying over me.

Thinks I'm great. Right?

I thought you

didn't wanna talk about it.

That's why you

came over here, right?

Hey, girls, gather round

Listen to what I'm putting down

Wanna dance?

Come on, Jill.

I'm not the kind

to use a pencil or rule

Then I am the man to see

I whisper sweet things,

you tell all your friends

They'll come running to me

I love it so much.

Oh, sh*t!

- Oh, my God!

- What?!

- Are you hurt?

- No.

I think that was my father.

Oh, my God!

- That wasn't your father.

- Yes, it was.

I swear to God.

Well, did he stop

and come back?

No.

Well?

You're just bad,

you know that?

Was that your name... Connie?

Do you want to get

something to eat?

I don't know, Eddie.

Is that your name?

I'm not too hungry, actually.

Let's just get something

and not eat, then.

That's wasting food.

I don't think your mom would like that.

Let's just get something, then.

Well, what do you wanna get?

I wanna get what you've got.

Well, then,

what do I get?

You're gonna get a fat lip

if you keep this up.

But then I'll have

a big mouth, won't I?

You have already got

a big mouth, kid.

Look, I...

Stop.

Look, I'm not used to

feeling this excited.

Sh*t!

Oh, my God, Laura?

What's going on?

Where's your father?

What?

Oh, God.

How'd they find out?

Sh*t!

What do you mean

you can't talk now?

You gotta talk.

Why didn't you

wait for me, anyway?

What?

God, Laura, thanks.

Are you sure

they don't know about me?

Okay, okay, I know you can't now,

but listen, Laura, I just...

Oh, my God.

You want a ride?

Hi, there.

What's going on tonight?

Care for a ride?

Come on, hop in.

You cockroaches!

What do you

think you're doing?

All right, since you ask,

what about the Pettinger girl?

What about her?

You know what I'm talking about.

No, why don't you tell me?

June.

I'm Connie.

She got herself knocked up,

that's what we're talking about.

That's 'cause she's a dope.

What's that got to do with me?

She's a dope,

and you're not.

Just 'cause you hate me

doesn't me I'm stupid...

Connie, I don't hate you.

Then leave me alone.

Get off my back.

You know, you're always at me, Mom.

I'm at you because I think

I know what you're doing.

You don't know anything.

And I'm not doinhg anything.

Connie, Laura's mother

called this morning.

She made Mom nervous.

And you believe her

and not me?

If I ever catch you fooling around,

young lady, I will personally...

You were none too careful

yourself, were you?

Like you're some example

to try to tell me...

You make me wanna laugh.

Don't you ever

tell her I was crying.

I would never do that.

Connie, listen.

Mom shouldn't have done that.

God, she's so insulting to me.

Well, you said something

pretty mean yourself.

No, I mean all the time.

God, why does she think I'm so bad?

Connie, listen, now.

You're not a dope.

And I'm not blind.

Just be careful.

That's what we're both trying

to say to you. That's all.

You don't understand.

Sure, I do.

No.

I mean, it's not

what you think.

I'd never do that.

It's just... the boys

are so nice to you.

When we're together...

I never knew it was

gonna be so nice.

Did you ever have a boy

hold you close and sing to you?

This one boy Eddie...

...he sang to me

right in my ear.

And he held me so sweetly.

June, don't you know

how that feels?

Just to be held like that?

I wonder if you know

what a little b*tch you are.

What did I say wrong?

You're gonna

have it all, aren't you?

And you think you deserve it.

Wait, come on, Junie.

Don't be mad at me.

Rub my feet?

Come on,

don't you remember?

You used to take me

to all the football games.

You played

in the band, the flute.

And...

God, I had forgotten all that.

I was what,

like 7 years old?

You were so nice to me.

You let me sit with the band.

And then we used to walk

all the way home.

It was, like, November.

I mean, it was cold.

I could hardly walk.

I was like a war veteran.

And you sat us down

in front of an old radiator,

and you took off my socks

and rubbed my feet.

God.

You were the nicest sister.

I don't remember.

You don't?

No.

Hey, there, young one.

Hi.

Holding up the walls?

That's right.

Oh, boy.

Late again.

Come on,

take a little ride with me.

Dad, I'm in my nightgown.

Is that what it is?

Well, you can either come with me

to get the barbecue stuff

or else stay around here

and do some weeding.

Okay, I'll go change.

Nobody's gonna see.

For Christ's sakes,

you can stay in the car.

You can scrunch up.

I wanna have a little talk with you.

I thought I saw you

out on the highway the other night

with one of your friends.

Yeah, we were at the movies.

You were heading away

from the movies.

To the hamburger place?

That's right.

Well, we were going to

get a hamburger.

Is that all right?

What do you mean?

Crossing the road there?

Yeah. We're careful.

I mean, your mother knows

you go over there to eat?

She knows.

Okay.

Jesus, Harry.

I had to get

the lighter and stuff.

- Connie helped me.

- Sure, she did.

Get dressed. We're late.

I said get dressed.

We're going to the barbecue now.

I'm not going.

Hey, it's at my sister's.

We got all this stuff.

Don't you wanna see your cousins?

It's boring.

And you're late already.

All right,

stay home alone.

Just a minute, folks.

Just let her stew

in her own juice.

How ya doing?

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