Object of Desire (2009)
“With so much time having passed, we hardly knew what to talk about. If we weren’t both in the same play—I as Mr. Brownlow and she as part of the makeup crew—we’d probably have sat there in silence. We talked about Brother Connolly and the lighting crew and the costumes. Anything but the old days, those ancient times at St. John’s. That would have been childish and silly. We were different people now, practically adults, sophomores in our prestigious school play. There was only one reference mad...e to what used to be as Katie carefully applied the whiskers to the epoxy on my cheeks. She asked softly, “Did you ever find any clue to what happened to Becky?”
“No,” I told her.
All those escapades, all those explorations of motorcycle bars and strip clubs, and it boiled down to one word.
No.
I didn’t know if Mom and Dad would come to the see the play. Dad had made vague assurances that he would, and promised he’d convince Mom to come along, too. But Dad had a tendency to get drunk on Saturday nights and be hung over through the next afternoon, which severely dimmed the chances that he’d show up for either the Saturday night presentation or the Sunday matinee.MoreLess
“No,” I told her.
All those escapades, all those explorations of motorcycle bars and strip clubs, and it boiled down to one word.
No.
I didn’t know if Mom and Dad would come to the see the play. Dad had made vague assurances that he would, and promised he’d convince Mom to come along, too. But Dad had a tendency to get drunk on Saturday nights and be hung over through the next afternoon, which severely dimmed the chances that he’d show up for either the Saturday night presentation or the Sunday matinee.MoreLess
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