The Good Girl Page #2

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I was looking at you

in the store...

and I liked how

you kept to yourself.

I saw in your eyes

that you hate the world.

I hate it, too.

You know what

I'm talking about?

After living

in the dark for so long...

a glimpse of the light

can make you giddy.

Strange thoughts

come into your head...

and you better think 'em.

Has a special fate

been calling you

and you not listening?

Is there a secret message

right in front of you...

and you're not reading it?

Is this your last,

best chance?

Are you gonna take it?

Or are you

going to the grave

with unlived lives

in your veins?

Notifying your wife,

for instance.

What did I say?

If you had a wife.

What did I talk about?

I talked to Margaret.

She, uh, filled out a red dress.

What else?

Teeny, you're pretty.

Bubba, isn't Teeny pretty?

I seen better.

I seen worse.

No, that's why

I ain't never married.

You got yourself

the best fish in the sea.

I wonder what it'd

be like to be a woman.

All that smooth skin...

long hair.

If I was a woman,

I'd be a slut.

A lesbian slut.

Gwen says smoking marijuana

lowers your sperm.

Lowers it to where?

Maybe you're the infertile one

around here.

Maybe every time you smoke

a little doobie...

you're killing

our unborn children.

OK, close.

Why are you limpin'?

l... I twisted up my ankle

on the stairs.

Mm-hmm.

I was wondering maybe

you could give me a ride home.

Yeah, sure, OK.

All right, I'll talk to you

about it later.

Mm-hmm.

All I know is, every woman

should have one beau

before any woman has 2 beaus.

He's not my beau.

He's my friend.

Happy Halloween,

Retail Rodeo shoppers.

There's a Retail Rodeo special

on all bulk candy on aisle 4.

Ghouls and goblins,

witches and warlocks...

wandering these aisles

day after day...

I put a Halloween curse

on your hellish heads.

Good night, Corny.

Good night.

Happy Halloween.

Oh, I'm not a pagan,

but thanks all the same.

Which ankle

did you twist, Holden?

My left.

Hmm. Maybe you should

put some cold water on it

so it doesn't

swell up and inflame.

OK.

You're a writer, so you have

yourself a goal, I guess.

I used to, you know...

lie in bed

and imagine other cities...

other jobs I could have...

other husbands.

Now I don't even know

what to imagine anymore.

Holden, I have a husband.

Thought you said he was a pig.

Well... Holden...

I don't want

to hurt anybody.

So I been thinking

about what you're saying

about my sperm being low.

I mean, I know

I got good sperm.

It's baby-making sperm,

but...

suppose it couldn't hurt

to have it confirmed

by an expert.

Oh, who gives a sh*t?

Who needs

a f***ing baby, anyway?

You wanna make yourself

useful around here?

Why don't you get

that goddamn TV fixed?

What the hell?

It sounds like a helicopter

is landing in here.

You want a blackberry,

honey?

Man was selling 'em

on the road.

No, thank you.

They're real sweet.

This is for you.

It's from Holden.

Where is he?

He's got the day off.

He came by

this morning with it.

Thanks.

Don't mention it.

Hey, Gwen.

Hi, sugar.

DearJustine...

because of you,

I'll be quitting the Retail Rodeo.

The last 2 days have been

the most god-awful of my life.

I've not been able to get

rid of you in my head.

I've never wanted

anything so bad...

and I have wanted

many things.

I'd given up long ago

on being gotten by someone else...

and then you came along.

The idea that I could be gotten

because of circumstance

or never get got is the worst

feeling I've ever felt...

and I have felt

many bad feelings.

I'm sorry I can never

see you again, Justine.

Forgive me for being so weak,

but that is who I am.

Good-bye...

Holden Worther.

lf, for some reason...

you could change your mind

and want to be with me...

body and soul,

meet me after work.

I will be waiting

for you at 5 p.m.

outside Chuck E. Cheese.

If you are not there

at 5:
00...

you will never see me again

in your lifetime.

Gwen.

Hmm.

What's wrong?

I'm OK.

I feel a little sick.

Let's go. There he goes.

What happened?

There he goes.

Gwen?

Gwen?

Justine?

You're OK.

What's going on in here?

Jesus.

Gwen, you sick?

We got... We gotta get her

to a hospital.

Justine, you drive her

to Saint Catherine's.

Well, what time is it?

It's a quarter to 5:00.

Why, you gotta be somewhere?

Gwen.

Oh, I had a dream.

I had a dream I was sprouting

a beard made of bean sprouts.

Oh.

I'm gonna let you

off here, OK?

OK. You'll meet me inside?

Uh, well, yeah.

You know what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna park the car...

and then I'll come in

and meet you in there.

OK. Thanks.

You're a doll.

- Hey!

- Ohh!

Oh, God, I'm really glad

you came.

I just ditched Gwen

at the hospital.

Oh, God, thank God.

Where are we going?

Let's go to my house.

No. With your folks there?

We'll just park somewhere.

Oh, this isn't well-planned.

Look, I don't know.

I don't care.

Wherever you want.

I just want to hold you.

Wherever you want.

I just want to hold you.

That's $45 even.

And I need you

to fill this out for me.

Stay here.

I can't do it.

We'll be back here

before you know it.

I don't want to.

I don't want to go.

Justine.

I'm yours.

I'm all yours.

Hey.

Hey.

Where you been?

Gwen got real sick today.

She was throwing up

all over the store.

I had to take her

to the hospital

and sat with her.

Did she sick up on you?

No.

Did she sick up

on anybody?

Ha ha ha ha.

It's not funny, Phil.

It's serious.

I'm gonna go by there

after work tomorrow, too.

And the next day.

Justine, what

happened to you?

What?

Went down

to Saint Catherine's

to check up on Gwen.

I looked all over for you.

She was asking for you.

How is she?

She was heaving up

until there was

nothing left to heave.

Doctor said she must've

eaten something

with some kind

of parasite in it...

some kind of bacteria.

I bet it was

those blackberries.

They're gonna

keep her in there

until she gets better, so...

you're gonna have to

supervise cosmetics.

Stop it.

Somebody's gonna see.

Who cares? I don't care.

I crave you.

I want to know everything

about you.

Who are you?

I'm just this woman.

I moved to Texas

when I was 11.

My daddy

was in the air force.

I wanna knock your head open

and see what's inside.

I've had so much pain

in my life.

I know you have, too.

I can see it.

Holden gave me two

of his stories to read.

It was more like the story

of what a story would be.

It was about a boy

who was put upon...

whose mother

is cold and selfish

and whose father wanted him

to play football.

Other people didn't get him,

especially girls.

Soon enough,

the boy comes to believe

that no one

can ever really know him.

He starts acting out...

drinking and taking all kinds

of drugs.

At the end,

the boy kills himself

by jumping over a bridge.

The second story

was pretty much the same

as the first...

except, at the end,

the boy kills himself

by drinking a bottle

of bug poison.

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