The Virgin Suicides Page #6

# So darlin' ##

# So far away #

# Doesn't anybody stay #

# In one place anymore #

# It would be so fine

to see #

# Your face at my door #

# Doesn't help to know #

# You're just far #

- # Away ##

- I gotta go home.

- See you tomorrow.

- I'll see you later.

- I'm... I'm just...

- We're suffocating.

- You're safe here.

- I can't breathe in here.

No answer.

- What time is it?

- Any time now.

Guys, there it is.

What?

Yeah, it's them.

- Let's go!

- Let's go!

I've got the keys

to my mom's car.

- Shh!

Maybe we should knock.

We're here.

About time.

We've been waiting

for you guys.

We got a car. We got a full tank of gas.

We'll take you anywhere you want to go.

It's just a Cougar, but it's

got a pretty big trunk.

Can I sit up front?

Sure.

Which one of you's gonna

sit up front next to me?

Where are your parents?

- Asleep.

- What about your sisters?

- They're coming.

- Come on. It's getting late.

Wait five minutes.

We had to wait until

my parents were asleep.

They take forever.

My mom's an insomniac.

We better take our car.

There's more room.

Think you can handle

a station wagon?

Sure. It's not

a stick, is it?

- No.

- Yeah, no problem.

- Will you let me steer?

- Sure.

But maybe we should get out of here.

I just heard something.

- It could be your mom.

- Come on in.

I'll go wait in the car.

You guys wait here for my sisters.

- These girls make me crazy.

If I could just

feel one of 'em up just once.

What?

We would never be sure

about the sequence of events.

We argue about it still.

Most likely Bonnie had died while

we were waiting in the living room...

dreaming of highways.

Mary put her head in the oven

shortly thereafter.

Therese, stuffed with sleeping pills,

was gone by the time we got there.

Lux was the last to go.

It's 4:
00

on Sunday afternoon.

Do you know

where your children are?

Therese Lisbon.

a horse lover,

had written to the Brown University

admissions office...

Mary always wanted to be a cheerleader,

but her mother wouldn't let her.

This has been Lydia Perl

with Channel 8 News.

None of my daughters

lacked for any love.

There was plenty of love

in our house.

I never understood why.

After the suicide free-for-all,

Mr. and Mrs. Lisbon gave up any attempt

to lead a normal life.

They had Mr. Headley

pack up the house.

selling what furniture he could

in a garage sale.

Mr. Lisbon put the house

on the market.

and it was sold to a young couple

from Boston.

We, of course, took the family photos

that were put out with the trash.

In the end, we had pieces

of the puzzle,

but no matter how we put them together,

gaps remained...

oddly shaped emptiness

mapped by what surrounded them,

like countries

we couldn't name.

What lingered after them

was not life,

but the most trivial list

of mundane facts...

a clock

ticking on the wall,

a room dim at noon,

the outrageousness of a human being

thinking only of herself.

We began the impossible process

of trying to forget them.

Our parents seemed

better able to do this,

returning to their tennis foursomes

and cocktail cruises...

as though they'd

seen this all before.

It was full-fledged

summer again,

over a year from the time

Cecilia had slit her wrists,

spreading the poison

in the air.

A spill at the plant increased

the phosphates in the lake...

and produced a scum of algae so thick

that the swamp smell filled the air,

infiltrating

the genteel mansions.

Debutantes cried over the misfortune

of coming out...

in a season everyone would remember

for its bad smell.

The O'Conners. however.

came up with the ingenious solution...

of making the theme of their daughter

Alice's debutante party...

asphyxiation.

Like everyone else, we went to forget

about the Lisbon girls.

She'll give 'em a heart attack!

Hi, Parkie.

Al's got

the acting bug.

Caught it

from Pinkie.

And I want to

announce tonight...

next fall, Alice is going

to a little school in New Haven.

I hear they have a great

drama school there.

In fact, Stanley, I think

your father built it, didn't he?

- That's the law school.

We're so proud of Alice.

We really couldn't be prouder.

I've had it.

Good-bye, cruel world.

No, no, no!

You don't understand me!

I'm a teenager!

I got problems!

So much has been said

about the girls over the years.

But we have never

found an answer.

It didn't matter in the end

how old they had been...

or that they were girls,

but only that we

had loved them...

and that they hadn't

heard us calling,

still do not hear us calling them

out of those rooms...

where they went to be alone

for all time...

and where we will never find the pieces

to put them back together.

# I'm a high school lover #

# And you're my

favorite flavor #

# Love is all #

# Oh, my soul #

# You're my playground love #

# And my hands are shaking #

# I feel my body reeling #

# Time's no matter #

# I'm on fire #

# On the playground love #

# You're the piece of gold #

# Outflashes all my soul #

# Extra time #

# On the ground #

# You're my playground love #

# Anytime #

# Anywhere #

# You're my playground love ##

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