The Virgin Suicides Page #5

I didn't care how she got home.

It was weird.

I mean. I liked her.

I liked her a lot.

But out there

on the field...

It was just

different then.

That was the last time

I saw her.

You know, most people

will never taste that kind of love.

But at least

I tasted it once, right?

It's time for your

6:
00 group meeting.

Given Lux's failure to make

curfew, everyone expected a crackdown.

But few anticipated

it would be so drastic.

The girls were taken

out of school...

and Mrs. Lisbon shut the house

in maximum security isolation.

She had done more

than just take the girls out of school.

That Sunday, arriving home

from a spirited church sermon,

Mrs. Lisbon commanded Lux

to destroy her rock records.

- Now.

- But Mom!

This is final, Luxy.

- It's not fair!

- I said now.

- Now, Luxy!

- Come on!

- Hold on.

Kiss! Please don't make me do this.

- Burn it.

Oh, Mom, Aerosmith.

Come on, please.

- Don't make me burn this. Please.

- No.

- What's that smell?

It's all right.

That'll do for now.

Give me these.

Give me these.

I'll put them in the trash.

Whoo-hoo! Whoo!

This was around the time

we began to see Lux...

making love on the roof

with random boys and men.

- What else? Come on, is she naked?

- You can't tell. Hold on.

- Well, get it focused!

- You're pushin' it. What are you doin'?

Will you stop?

Wait your turn.

- They're rollin' around up there.

- Let me see.

- Let me see.

- Hold on.

And she's on him, and he's rubbing

his hands through her hair...

- Come on, let me have a look.

- No, no, no. It's my telescope, Chase!

- Yes, and what else?

Our... Our male up there seems to be

in a... a Burger Chalet uniform.

Let me see.

Is it...

Yeah, the Burger Chalet. You never

think that those guys ever get lucky.

And she turns to me and asks me if I

thought what we had just done was dirty.

I knew what to say.

I said no.

Then she grabs my hand and goes,

"You like me, don't you?"

I didn't say anything. You know.

it's best to keep chicks guessing.

Chase, honey, come practice

your violin before dinner.

You're not gonna believe it.

Lux is on the roof again tonight.

- Her hands are moving down.

- I gotta see this.

- This is beautiful.

- No, now she's on top of him.

- What's she doin', man?

- Wait.

Now they're done.

He's getting up.

- Popcorn.

- That's it? That was quick.

"N" plus one...

and if the dimension is time.

then you would have as your approach...

Oh, good morning.

Good morning...

Have we photosynthesized

our breakfast today?

- Hello, Ronald.

- Hi, Eric.

Your daughters haven't been at school

for over two weeks.

Have you checked

out back?

Dini Fleischer

said they found a new math teacher.

He's gonna have to get another job,

that's for sure.

I know.

How long can those girls

be cooped up like that?

- Just go away! This is our tree.

- Girls.

Girls, it's a little late, okay?

This tree is dead.

Why don't you just

leave it up to nature?

If we left it up to nature.

there'd be no trees left.

That's what it's gonna be like.

If the boats didn't bring

the fungus from Europe.

none of this would have happened.

Okay. Let's go.

No? All right. That's it.

I have an order to cut down your

elm tree, but your kids won't let us.

- How do you know that tree's sick?

- Believe me, we know.

It had yellow leaves.

The tree is dead, for Christ's sake.

Are you familiar with Aratex?

Our daughter showed us an article.

- It's a less aggressive therapy.

- And it doesn't work.

I leave that tree there,

they'll all be gone by next year.

Will be anyway

the way things are going.

Look. I don't want

to have to call the police.

Our daughters are

simply standing on their own front lawn.

Since when

is that a crime?

Uh...

Clyde? Did you see those girls

in the nigh ties?

That's what I want.

That's the shot that I want, okay?

You're gonna have to move forward.

I want those girls in the nigh ties.

Oh, God. Okay. Here, let's just back up

a little bit here.

There you go.

Is that good? Okay?

Four sisters

of Cecilia Lisbon,

the east side teenager

whose suicide last summer...

focused awareness

on a national problem.

put their own lives in jeopardy

by trying to protect the elm...

that Cecilia

so dearly loved.

The circles under your eyes

come out more when overcast.

All right?

So you need to wear more concealer.

For the next few weeks,

we hardly saw the girls at all.

Joe Hill Conley didn't call Therese

as he had promised.

And Lux never spoke

to Trip again.

You're a stone fox.

The girls' only contact

with the outside world...

was through

the catalogs they ordered...

that started to fill the mailbox

with pictures of high end fashions...

and brochures

for exotic vacations.

Unable to go anywhere, the girls

traveled in their imaginations...

to gold-tipped

Siamese temples...

or past an old man with a leaf broom

tidying a moss-carpeted speck of Japan.

We ordered

the same catalogs.

and flipping through the pages, we hiked

through dusty passes with the girls,

stopping every now and then to help them

with their backpacks,

placing our hands on their

warm, moist shoulders,

and gazing off

at papaya sunsets.

We drank tea with them

in a water pavilion.

We did

whatever we wanted.

Cecilia hadn't died.

She was a bride

in Calcutta.

The only way we could feel

close to the girls...

was through these impossible excursions,

which have scarred us forever,

making us happier

with dreams than wives.

Collecting everything

we could of theirs.

the Lisbon girls

wouldn't leave our minds,

but they were

slipping away.

The color of their eyes was fading

along with the exact locations...

of moles and dimples.

From five,

they had become four,

and they were all

the living and the dead,

becoming shadows.

We would have lost them completely

if the girls hadn't contacted us.

Okay, one long,

two short,

- one long.

- Mm-hmm.

You got that?

That's it.

Okay.

"Help.

Send...

Bobo".

- Bobo?

- Bobo. It's...

That's what it says.

"Bobo".

Help. send Bobo?

I thought you knew Morse code.

Something here for you.

I got one too.

We racked our brains

for a way of contacting them.

Tom Faheem suggested we fly a kite with

a message alongside the house,

but that had

logistical problems.

In the end. the answer was so simple

it took a week to come up with.

We called them

on the telephone.

- 727-8221.

- 8221. Get ready.

- Hello?

- Go.

# Hello, it's me #

# I've thought about us

for a long, long time #

Call us. 727-0487.

# Maybe I think too much

but something's wrong ##

- Sh*t. It's them.

# To think

that only yesterday #

# I was cheerful

bright and gay #

# Looking forward to

Who wouldn't do #

# The role I was

about to play #

# But in my hour of need #

# I truly am indeed #

# Alone again #

# Naturally ##

# Run to me #

# Whenever you're lonely #

# Run to me #

# If you need a shoulder #

# Now and then #

# You need someone older #

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