After morning check-in, he called Jesse’s parents on the pay phone in the community room. The Trilofon was helping, making him feel more grounded, more real.
“He gets shipped down to some psychiatric hospital down around South Portland somewhere… And then, while he’s in the hospital his mother drives down to visit and she dies in a car crash. I mean, they were never very close or anything, but she was his only family in the world.”
“Because I was so ashamed. I knew I hadn’t done anything wrong, but I was just so ashamed.” Mildred’s head was down and she was crying softly into her lap, finding it not very difficult to conjure up the tears.
Mildred woke up, finding herself lying naked on Temptation and Cindy’s dirty living room carpet. Cindy, also naked, was lying next to her and snoring. Her wristwatch said it was almost two in the afternoon.
Holy fucking shit. He was talking about the baby. He was offering to give her a baby. She had no idea what to say, or even think. Will Hastings? Will Hastings would make the perfect donor, and that was exactly what he was offering. Unbelievable. Un-fucking-believable.
Zootz was a typical Sunday freak-out. He and Hannah wasted no time getting busy in the middle of the dance floor. As soon as they were in place, she started throwing her arms and hair around in a way that reminded him of a spastic Barbie doll. That was cool…
As Will hurried through the dark, freezing streets, he thought about the plan: Get the hell out of this town, marry Winona Ryder, and live happily ever after. All he had to do was write a book…
Find me, I have placed myself in films just to help you locate me. Find me and we can then share the love neither of us has and it will be true and wonderful and eternal…