The Hanging Garden Page #3

Get in there, both of you,

before you drive me out of my f***ing mind.

If you go 5 paces ahead,

no one will suspect you came in a blimp.

I didn't mean it like that.

It must've been just another one

of your clever double meanings, right?

- Smell that.

- What?

- Smell my finger. What's it smell like?

- Like lobster.

It's your sister!

You're late.

- Sorry.

- The dance just ended.

- Did your sister go home with Susan?

- They both went over to Bet Lawson's.

What about you?

Does your mother know where you are?

I told her I might come over after.

- And what'd she say?

- She said, "Have a good time."

- That sounds like your mother.

- She did, I swear.

You better not be lying to me, Fletcher.

All right.

Don't wake your father up.

Take off those wet things

before you come into this house.

Put them by the door. I'll wash them

so you have something to wear tomorrow.

I'm going to bed.

Don't make noise.

Good night!

Did you really tell your mother

you were sleeping over?

She'll figure it out.

You don't have to take your underwear off.

- What's the big deal?

- Nothing.

Didn't you ever see someone naked before?

Yeah.

- We partied naked at Adam's last month.

- The social event of the season.

Get off!

- What do you think, I'm going to rape you?

- No, I can do it.

- You're small.

- Thanks for pointing it out.

Just what I hoped to hear.

I mean, you're so

anatomically gifted yourself.

- What are you doing?

- Relax. I'm just kidding.

It really felt like you were kidding.

Here, how do you like it?

I like it a lot.

There's nothing wrong with it.

I know.

So go ahead.

I'm getting a huge one.

I see you're getting huge, too.

- Get out of there!

- Oh, God.

Holy, bloody Mother of God!

"...Mary, full of grace.

"The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women...

"and blessed is the fruit

of thy womb, Jesus.

"Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners...

"now and at the hour of our death.

"Hail Mary, full of grace...

"the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women."

Jesus!

"Mary, Mother of God...

"Hail Mary...

"full of grace...

"the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women...

"and blessed is the fruit

of thy loom, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother..."

What the hell is going on?

William, where's Fletcher?

This one?

It's not the same.

Look at that one. It's not even pretty.

I don't think we'll find one

exactly like the other one.

You don't pick just any one.

It's God's eyes into your house.

God sees everything, William.

I'm telling you, it's a normal thing.

Boys just...

They have to do something with their thing.

They just don't know exactly what, yet.

Ask Mac. He was a farm boy.

Probably did the same thing, with goats.

I can't tell Mac.

He'd kill him. My God, he would kill him.

What if Mac finds him doing it?

He's almost 16 years old.

You want to push him up the right track.

Give him the opportunity.

I know a woman who could help you out.

- Oh, my Jesus, Laurel.

- She's not a hooker or anything.

She needs the money. She'll do it.

She did it for that O'Leary kid.

You know, the slow one.

Iris...

This is a miracle.

Excuse me, how much is that Virgin?

This one? That's my personal Virgin.

It's not for sale.

- Is that the one?

- Yes.

Excuse me, please.

My mother-in-law has had

that particular Virgin for over 30 years...

and she broke it.

Oh, my!

Still, I don't think I could part with her.

It will break her heart.

All right.

A Virgin is a Virgin.

What name would you like to put

on her bottom?

Her name is Grace May.

Isn't that providence? Look.

My name is Grace, too!

Father, can you bless this Virgin

for the lady...

- It's not necessary. Don't bother him.

- That's what he's here for. It's included.

Father, are you ready

to bless the Virgin, or what?

Hang on, she hasn't got the receipt.

How many times do I tell you...

don't bless the Virgin

until you get the receipt?

I'm Iris.

I called earlier, about an appointment.

Come in.

It's okay, come on in.

Go in the house.

You, too.

This is Bud.

Wait in here, honey.

Just a second.

- You tell anybody about this, I'll kill you.

- No.

Mum's the word.

Now, you take care of mine.

Your name is Willy, right?

My name's Dusty.

Sweetie, your mom's asked me

to take care of you.

Know what I mean?

You're a man now, right?

Not a little boy anymore.

So, it's time you got to know a woman,

don't you think?

Sure.

Okay?

So, I'm just going to help you out a little bit.

Okay?

- You ever seen a woman before?

- I've smelled them.

- Would you like to touch them?

- No, thank you.

Would you do it for me?

There, now, that's not so bad, is it?

I wouldn't categorize it as bad.

Okay, now come here.

I can't believe it! You're full of sh*t!

- You don't tell anybody!

- So, was it good?

My stomach hurts.

You got sexually-transmitted stomach ache.

- You not going to school?

- He's sick.

- Sick, how?

- Crap.

- Rosemary.

- Mom.

Go wait in the car.

Yes, madam.

You don't have to go to school today.

Hello?

Is Fletcher there?

Hanh on.

Fletcher...

telephone.

- What?

- It's me, Willy.

I know.

What do you want?

- Can you come over today?

- No.

- Tonight?

- No.

I don't want to come over.

I don't want your mother callinh my mother,

and I don't want to talk about it.

I hot to ho to school rihht now.

Look...

I don't want to talk about it, okay?

I hot to ho. Bye.

Pansies...

spring and fall.

You're dead!

I'll kill you.

You'll be dead soon anyway, you old thing.

I hate you.

I'll tear your freaking tail off!

I hate you, you freaking fleabag.

You stupid dog.

Rotten old thing.

Can't even stand up, you miserable retard.

We're going to put you in a room

with your crazy Nana...

and then we'll see who's mean.

Violet!

- You could wake the dead.

- No, I couldn't.

Stop trying.

You don't have to yell, Pete can hear you.

- Pete's deaf.

- I'm not.

You can't tell me what to do.

No f***ing kidding.

I guess she did wake the dead.

- You seen your mother?

- No.

Not feeling too good?

I got a lump on my head.

You're clumsy when you're drinking.

It's the weirdest damn thing.

She didn't say she was going anywhere.

Maybe she went to church.

She hasn't been to church in years.

Did you ask Violet?

Violet doesn't talk to me much.

Have you seen Mom?

She's on the honeymoon.

Mystery solved.

It's nice to be back.

I can't believe you're here.

Excuse me.

- Hello.

- Good morninh, William.

Hi, Aunt Laurel.

- Your mom there?

- No, she's not home.

- You know where she is?

- She just went out.

- Has your father seen her?

- He doesn't know.

Did anybody clean up the yard?

I don't know. I haven't looked yet,

I think it's still a mess. Hold on.

Did you ever think you'd be skinny?

You're a walking disaster, boy.

Mac?

- What the hell is going on?

- What do you want?

- Did you call the police?

- I don't know what happened to her.

In all the years you've been married...

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