The Virgin Suicides Page #2

Heads it is anyway.

One more time here.

- Okay, call it in the air, Joe.

- Heads.

Heads. Enough of that.

- How you doing?

- Good.

- Picked it out really well.

- It's my favorite song.

You know. you're...

you're very beautiful.

Say, I could

paint you some time.

Thanks.

- Oh, so, do they sing it to you?

- Yeah.

- Oh, wow!

- Good!

- Cecilia!

Cecilia!

Oh, my... No! Don't look!

Don't look!

Turn around! Turn around!

Darling. turn around.

Don't-Don't-Don't look.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, Jesus.

Please, God.

No funerals today.

- What'd he say?

- Said she was only 13.

Oh, hi, Mary.

Are your parents home?

Hi, Father Moody.

Come in.

Oh, hello, Father.

Please, sit down.

Thanks.

Come on, Miller.

that was inside.

Ah, no, no, thanks.

How about we get the missus down here,

have a little chat?

Afraid she's under

the weather.

She's not really... seeing anybody.

Well, she'll see

her priest.

Ah, this kid's a sucker

for the high inside ones every time.

Every time.

Excuse me.

Father...

Double play, Father.

Double play.

Mrs. Lisbon?

- May I come in?

- Okay.

Hello, girls.

I thought we could talk.

Do you feel like talking?

You know, if you ever want to,

you know where to find me.

Mrs. Lisbon.

it's Father Moody.

Mrs. Lisbon.

Hello.

I wanted you to know that

I listed Cecilia's death...

as an accident.

An accident waiting to happen. John said

he couldn't get a policy to cover it.

I know. It's so

incredibly dangerous.

Let's give it a try.

Ready...

one, two, three.

Oh, God. it's just so sad,

I can't even believe it.

The footings are too deep.

You got that chain in your truck?

Hit it!

Our collection of souvenirs of

the Lisbon girls... which still exists...

started with Cecilia's diary.

Parkie had gotten it from Skip Ortega,

the plumber's assistant,

who had found it next

to the toilet in the bathroom.

Tim Weiner, the brain,

decoded it.

Emotional instability.

Look at the I's...

The dots on 'em,

they're everywhere.

Basically, what we have here

is a dreamer.

someone completely

out of touch with reality.

When she jumped.

she probably thought she would fly.

"Monday. February 13...

Today we had frozen pizza".

"Thursday... Mom made creamed corn

for dinner. It's the worst.

It looks like... "

"Mary chipped her front tooth

on the monkey bars acting like an idiot.

She made a big scene and had to go get

her tooth capped. It looks normal".

Here, give me that.

I told you she had

a capped tooth.

Elm trees... How many pages

can you write about dying trees?

Here. Something

about Dominic.

"Palazzolo jumped off the roof over rich

b*tch Porter. How stupid can you be?"

"Today. we went out on the boat.

It was pretty cold.

We sawa couple of whales.

Lux leaned over and stroked the whale.

I didn't think they would stink so much.

It's the kelp

in their baleens rotting.

I hope we can

go again sometime".

Hang on. Read this. Read that.

"Lux lost it over Kevin... "

- "Heins". The garbageman.

- Is it Heins? Um... the garbageman.

Lux lost it

over Kevin Haines, the garbageman.

She'd wake up at 5:00 in the morning and

hang out casually on the front steps.

like it wasn't

completely obvious.

She wrote his name in marker

on all her bras and underwear,

and Mom found them

and bleached out all the Kevins.

Lux was crying

on her bed all day.

The trees, like lungs,

filling with air.

My sister, the mean one,

pulling my hair.

And so we started to learn

about their lives,

coming to hold collective memories

of times we hadn't experienced.

We felt the imprisonment

of being a girl,

the way it made your mind

active and dreamy...

and how you ended up knowing

what colors went together.

We knew the girls

were really women in disguise,

that they understood love,

and even death,

and that our job was merely to create

the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

We knew that they knew

everything about us...

and that we couldn't

fathom them at all.

Hi. Mrs. Lisbon.

I'm Lydia Perl.

I'm putting together a...

Oh!

- Hi, I'm Bonnie. This is Mary.

- Hello, girls.

I'm here to ask you a couple

of questions about Cecilia.

Yeah?

Great, great.

Maybe you could start...

by telling me

a little bit about her.

Did she have

any special interests or hobbies?

- Um, she liked to write in her journal.

- That is great.

Okay. Did she... Did she ever

talk about ending her life?

What's going on here?

Uh, you must be

Mrs. Lisbon.

I'm Lydia Perl.

I'm doing a piece for Channel Two.

You have to leave now.

Ms. Perl.

The suicide of an east side

teenager last summer...

has increased the awareness

of a national crisis.

I now stand in front of the home

where Cecilia Lisbon,

- Why don't they let her rest in peace?

- a 13-year-old...

who liked to paint and write poetry,

tragically put an end to her life.

Psychologists agree

that adolescence today...

is much more fraught by pressures

and complexities than in years past.

More doctors say this frustration

can lead to acts of violence...

whose reality the adolescent cannot

separate from its intended drama.

I baked a pie

full of rat poison.

I thought I could eat it.

you know,

without being suspicious.

My nana, who was 86...

she really liked sweets.

She had three pieces.

- I feel for the mother.

- I know.

You would always wonder if there was

something you could've done.

- Well, I gotta go. See ya later.

- All right, then, bye-bye.

Don't worry.

They took the fence out.

God, you snore loud.

Those girls have

a bright future ahead of them.

The other one was just

gonna end up a kook.

We didn't see

the girls together as a group...

until convocation, September 7.

Mary, Lux.

Bonnie and Therese...

came to school

as though nothing had happened.

We felt that if we kept

looking hard enough.

we might begin to understand what they

were feeling and who they were.

All right, so, if we have... and these

are Venn diagrams as you remember...

If we have "A" and "B"

intersecting,

and "A" and "B".

If "A" intersects "B".

we have this area,

and if "A" is

the union with "B",

we have all of the circle

plus the intersection.

These are the laws

of intersection and union. Okay?

How's it goin'?

Not bad.

"Do a character sketch on the following

characters from Portrait of a Lady".

The first one is Ralph.

Um, he was nice.

It was really sad

when he died.

Oh, my gosh, I can't believe

I just said that.

I am so sorry.

Reading about

the alarming suicide rate,

I talked to Mr. Woodhouse

and some of the teachers here...

and realized that nothing

about this serious matter...

has been discussed

at this school.

And quickly there after.

green pamphlets were distributed.

We thought green was cheerful,

but not too cheerful...

certainly better than red.

The green pamphlets told us

there were 80 suicides a day in America,

- 30,000 a year.

- Cheese!

and alerted us to danger signals

we couldn't help but look for.

Were the Lisbon girls'

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