Act 4, Scene 6: “An Old Friend”
The boys are watching Dr. Seuss’ How the Grinch Stole Christmas. And suddenly TRL sees someone he knows. Or at least he thinks he knows. He hits pause and walks closer to the screen.
“Can’t see,” scream the boys.
“In a minute,” says TRL, who is studying the picture. “It is her,” he mutters. Younger than when he knew her, a mere girl, but there’s no mistaking it. It’s Cindy Louwho. Or Cindy Louhot, as the guys called her. Funny he never made the connection, although he had known she came from a far-away town, Whosville or something. TRL had gone out with her for a month in college. She was a heroin addict and coke whore. She was very fun, recalls TRL, but messed up. Into bondage, had a goth phase. Smart and wild, but emotionally fucked up.
“Can’t see, daddy,” the boys scream again. TRL hits play.
A little digging from friends and TRL finds Cindy has cleaned herself up, is an editor with a small avant-garde Soho publisher. Or possibly married, two kids, living in San Francisco. Who knew?
“Can’t see,” scream the boys.
“In a minute,” says TRL, who is studying the picture. “It is her,” he mutters. Younger than when he knew her, a mere girl, but there’s no mistaking it. It’s Cindy Louwho. Or Cindy Louhot, as the guys called her. Funny he never made the connection, although he had known she came from a far-away town, Whosville or something. TRL had gone out with her for a month in college. She was a heroin addict and coke whore. She was very fun, recalls TRL, but messed up. Into bondage, had a goth phase. Smart and wild, but emotionally fucked up.
“Can’t see, daddy,” the boys scream again. TRL hits play.
A little digging from friends and TRL finds Cindy has cleaned herself up, is an editor with a small avant-garde Soho publisher. Or possibly married, two kids, living in San Francisco. Who knew?
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