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Finally.
Well, nice to see you too, Blue.
You're a half an hour late, Mom.
Oh well it's just lunch, sunshine. It's not the Paris peace talks.
What the hell are the Paris peace talks anyway?
Oh ya, I want a black coffee and a Caesar salad.
I'll have the same.
So...
Where's Josh? I has hoping he would join us.
It's Wednesday, Mom. School.
Ugh, right, right.
How is that boy? He looks so good on Skype.
You know I'm telling you, lady killer.
He's fine, I guess.
How's what's-his-name, your new boyfriend?
Eh.
You seemed so hot and heavy
Yeah, we are, it's just, I don't know, don't they just kind of lose their initial glow after the first few- I don't know.
When you're young everything is just kind of driven by horniness, right?
But at my age, I'm just no really sure if I want a good screw or a good cup of hot chocolate.
I'm sorry that I left you hanging after our video chat the other day.
Whatever.
Well, I should've said goodbye so you'd know when to hang up.
Well I figured it out soon enough.
Maybe we should talk on the phone next time.
Oh no, Francine, I love video. I love seeing and being seen. If it wasn't for the new technologies I'd never see you.
You're the busy bee.
Oh *** you screen my calls.
And you hardly talk when I do get you.
Josh really does miss you.
When can I see him?
This weekend.
Uh, honey, the Olsen party. Hello?!
What do you need a message in the sky?
I don't want Josh there.
Where?
The old neighborhood. It's crooked.
Wow, dramatic.
Have you been to see Dad?
No, have you?
Ya, I was there in July. April, maybe. March.
Wow, you're a better woman than I.
I wouldn't really know what to say if I did.
Am I a ***?
Not about that.
I want him to remember me the way I was. I don't want him to see me like this. Y'know?
You don't know what I'm talking about because you still got your looks.
But trust me, when they go they go.
Do you want me to tell you that you're pretty, Mom?
You're very pretty.
It's all smoke and mirrors, but thanks.
Maybe you should try and date men your own age.
Hahaha. Oh no thank you.
A bunch of geriatrics wilders asking you to carry their colostomy bags? Nuh uh.
No, I'm telling you, I see my friends with their husbands. I don't want to do that. I don't want to be a caretaker.
Most men suck the life's blood out of a woman.
It is the cheapest most available fuel, Francine.
No husbands for me. I want to live.
Why wouldn't you?
Nobody lives like you do.
Well that's the truth.
So let me ask you how come I'm the one who is always talking, you know, opening up.
You always play your cards there, just always right here, really tight. The same as when you were little.
I remember it being the other way around?
You were always the Sphinx
Hmm.
Well I guess we always tell ourselves little lies. Otherwise we wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
My mother the philosopher.
You were so sure of yourself back then.
Really?
I remember being afraid most of the time.
Nauseous actually.
I'd kill for a plate of french fries right now.
You see?
What?
You deflect.
Okay, Blue. What are we talking about here, because I'm at a loss, really.
I know you think I failed you in some way.
I just want to know if it's something that can be made up for?
Or is it one of those things kids carry around from their parents like a tattoo on their backs that can't be washed away.
I've got a few of those myself, you know?
Oh, I'll tell you that's the one thing they don't tell you when you have kids. You are never off the hook.
How are your french fries?