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hwp Damn it, Dedee!
What is the matter with you? Why arent you dressed yet?
You better get in there, missy, and wear what I put out for you.
Do you hear me?
Im not about to have you show up in that crap you wear to school.
This isnt just any old day of the week, you know.
Youre gonna show me and your stepfather some respect for once in your life.
If youre one of those people who dont like movies...
where some person you cant see talks the whole time...
and covers up all the holes in the plot and...
at the end says, "I was never the same after that summer"...
or whatever, like it was so deep they cant stand it...
then youre out of luck. Things get very complicated here very quick.
And my guess is youre not gonna be up to it without me talking.
Lord, help me...
My name is Dedee Truitt.
Im sixteen, and this is Creve Coeur, Louisiana...
which is French, I think, for like, fucked heart.
My mother was the kind of mother who always said...
she was her daughters best friend.
Whenever she did, I thought, great, not only do I have a shitty mother...
but my best friends a loser bitch.
Dedee, honey, put the dirt on like I told you how to.
She was all over me the day we buried my stepfather.
Thats not what I said! What are you doing?
Les was a real asshole.
To get cancer of the ass was, like, poetic.
Almost as good as cancer of the dick... if they have that.
I had to get out of there.
Look around. Wouldnt you?
This part where I take the gun is, like, important.
It comes later, but Im putting it in here for foreshadowing.
Which we covered when we did Dickens.
If youre smart, you wont forget Ive got it.
Randy was a geek, but he was nicer than a lot of the guys...
mostly because he was born with only one ball.
And he was pretty nice to anyone whod sleep with him and not make fun of it.
- Go! - You had to ignore the Christian stuff.
I told him I was going to my grandmas in Memphis.
But where I was really going was Indiana to see my brother Bill...
who was really only my half-brother...
and who Id seen once before when I was a kid when my real dad died.
Bills like dozens of years older than me...
and a actual real-life homo and a teacher...
which is kind of gross, I mean, the combo.
But he had a lot of money from his last boyfriend who died of AIDS.
And I needed a place to get my shit together.
If you think Im just plucky and scrappy and all I need is love...
youre in over your head.
I dont have a heart of gold, and I dont grow one later, okay?
But relax...
Theres other people a lot nicer coming up.
We call them losers.
Hello.
Youre not Bill.
No, Im Matt. Bills at school.
Are you one of his students?
Cause he really doesnt like his students coming here.
Its okay, Im his sister.
I gotta call you back.
I didnt know he had a sister.
Who are you?
Boyfriend.
Can I come in? Im a real relation.
Yeah, come on.
Okey-dokey, butts out.
Come on, lets go, lets go.
You holding up the wall there, Joe?
No, I just cant go if anybodys around.
Theres a sentence here thats a fragment. What is it?
Every...
Every Tuesday after Yearbook here?
Now how would you fix that?
I guess you could say, Mr. Truitt blanks it hard...
here every Tuesday after Yearbook?
Or just Tuesdays after Yearbook.
You dont need the every, right?
Yeah, I guess so. Can I go?
Probably not a good idea to use your real name.
Phone call for Mr. Truitt. Telephone call for Mr. Truitt.
- Shes upset but-- - What is she upset about?
- she took a shower. I dont know. - How did she get here?
- She took a bus. - Can you believe this place?
Gays love houses. Tom, the dead guy, was really loaded.
Id already worked on the beautiful dumb one. He helped out.
I laid it on kind of thick about Mom drinking...
and how tough it was on me watching my step dad die...
which is, like, so opposite.
And how it would give Mom and me a chance to grieve in our own ways...
if there was a little distance between us, just for the summer.
Plus, Id clean for them, or tell the maid places she missed.
Bill was like the definition of a softie.
Matt didnt look like a fairy at all.
But it was easy to see why hed screw around with Bill.
And a blow job is a blow job if youre getting one.
If youre giving one, its harder. But even so, its like rule one about sex.
If you dont breathe in, a person can do anything for ten minutes.
A runaway. Its like harboring a fugitive...
Everything was going great until she showed up.
The sister of Tom, the dead guy.
Thats how Bill met him.
She teaches next to him, and one day she introduces him to her brother.
This is like eight years ago.
She probably thought they could fish or play ball together.
And they end up with their dicks in each others mouth.
She looked like she never got over it.
Gross. But notice how pretty the urn is.
Thats typical gay.
Im gonna clear the table.
No, no, but-- Matt and me.
Whats your name again?
Lucia Dalury.
Its weird. How do you spell it?
L-U-C-I-A.
It should be pronounced Luchia.
When I was a kid learning how to spell...
I thought the
