12-04-2019, 03:03 PM
She handed the card to Denise, who read the number, then flipped it over to the front.
"Julie Equals Graphic Design," she read out loud. "Julie Equals?"
"Long story for another time, but yes, that's my last name. I'm much happier with it than my old one."
Denise was too stunned by the dawning realization that the weird woman who'd complimented the Sharpie-d doodles on her backpack a couple of minutes ago had been a professional artist to press the issue.
"Now, I have to ask you a couple of things, Denise. And I'm sorry about something that's about to happen that you wouldn't even notice if I didn't say anything. It's something my husband and I can do. Couple of our friends know it too. It's hard to explain, but I could just TELL you not to kill yourself and you wouldn't. I could tell you not to have suicidal thoughts again and it would never even cross your mind, but that won't solve your real problem. And... well, we DON'T really know each other that well yet, and it's too important to take the risk that you might lie, so I WILL need to do it so I can be sure you understand the importance of telling me honestly, Denise: Do you have a plan to kill yourself?"
Denise suddenly realized that she couldn't think of a reason why she would ever lie to Julie and told her truthfully "I stole a big bottle of Tylenol from the store; I was going to take them all later tonight." She then wondered why Julie would think she might not understand the importance of not lying to Julie about that and what this "thing she could do" was.
"That's a real bad way, Denise. That's one of those 'if it doesn't work, it fucks you up for life' ones. Give it to me. We'll call it a trade for the dragon." Denise nodded and took the bottle out of her backpack. Julie was right: If she'd still been thinking of doing it; that was a real bad way.
"Shit, this is a thousand pills! First off, congratulations on getting out of the store with it. Second, I should probably pretend I'm a grownup and say something about stealing being wrong, but fuck, that is impressive! I don't even want to KNOW where you hid this thing, girl! Third, now that you've met another Purple Girl who cares enough to listen absolutely any time and sort of understands and wants you to let her know if these thoughts come back badly enough to trade you this... fucking... kids'-lunchbox-Thermos-O-Tylenol for a whole dragon; are you still planning to do it?"
Denise looked at the dragon and her card and smiled again and said "No. I'm not planning on it, anyway." She put the dragon in her pack. Julie leaned over and hugged her and she hugged back.
"Thanks, Julie. Hey, what happened to your friend, anyway?"
"Oh, she's still around. That's her over there, in fact."
Denise looked to one of the entrances to the park, where Julie was pointing, and saw people coming and going but no one in particular. She looked back to Julie in confusion. Julie shook her head no and raised her finger, indicating for Denise to look higher.
Denise looked outside the park gates at a billboard on the side of a building across the street. She looked up at the gorgeous smiling, winking woman whose face graced the billboard and read the words below her picture:
Come to San Finzione! But, ah, this time, leave the kids home.
"Bullshit! You don't know her!"
"Oh, yeah? You got a phone?" Denise nodded and pulled it out. "Here, let me dial a number for you. Don't worry; I'll be pushing a lot of buttons, but it's a free call." Julie dialed the number, put the phone on speaker, and handed it back. "When she answers, ask if it's her."
The call connected on the first ring.
"Yes," asked the voice on the other end.
"Uh, er," Denise stammered. "Is this Contessa Helena de San Fin-zee-own?"
"The 'e' in Finzione isn't silent. And JULIE, YOU SKANKY COW, THIS IS MY FUCKING DIRECT LINE, GODDAMMIT! THE FUCKING PRESIDENT DOESN'T HAVE THIS NUMBER! WHEN THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO STOP GIVING IT TO STRANGERS TO PROVE YOU KNOW ME?"
"When it stops being funny, you Fucking Cunt, so never," she managed to get out through her and Denise's howls of laughter.
"EAT A DICK, BITCH!" Helen shouted into the phone. Before the call disconnected, they heard her say to someone in the room "I'm sorry, Your Holiness, that was a personal matter. Now, where were we?"
As the two of them continued laughing, Julie had a very intense thought about Troy and wondered what he was doing.
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"Julie Equals Graphic Design," she read out loud. "Julie Equals?"
"Long story for another time, but yes, that's my last name. I'm much happier with it than my old one."
Denise was too stunned by the dawning realization that the weird woman who'd complimented the Sharpie-d doodles on her backpack a couple of minutes ago had been a professional artist to press the issue.
"Now, I have to ask you a couple of things, Denise. And I'm sorry about something that's about to happen that you wouldn't even notice if I didn't say anything. It's something my husband and I can do. Couple of our friends know it too. It's hard to explain, but I could just TELL you not to kill yourself and you wouldn't. I could tell you not to have suicidal thoughts again and it would never even cross your mind, but that won't solve your real problem. And... well, we DON'T really know each other that well yet, and it's too important to take the risk that you might lie, so I WILL need to do it so I can be sure you understand the importance of telling me honestly, Denise: Do you have a plan to kill yourself?"
Denise suddenly realized that she couldn't think of a reason why she would ever lie to Julie and told her truthfully "I stole a big bottle of Tylenol from the store; I was going to take them all later tonight." She then wondered why Julie would think she might not understand the importance of not lying to Julie about that and what this "thing she could do" was.
"That's a real bad way, Denise. That's one of those 'if it doesn't work, it fucks you up for life' ones. Give it to me. We'll call it a trade for the dragon." Denise nodded and took the bottle out of her backpack. Julie was right: If she'd still been thinking of doing it; that was a real bad way.
"Shit, this is a thousand pills! First off, congratulations on getting out of the store with it. Second, I should probably pretend I'm a grownup and say something about stealing being wrong, but fuck, that is impressive! I don't even want to KNOW where you hid this thing, girl! Third, now that you've met another Purple Girl who cares enough to listen absolutely any time and sort of understands and wants you to let her know if these thoughts come back badly enough to trade you this... fucking... kids'-lunchbox-Thermos-O-Tylenol for a whole dragon; are you still planning to do it?"
Denise looked at the dragon and her card and smiled again and said "No. I'm not planning on it, anyway." She put the dragon in her pack. Julie leaned over and hugged her and she hugged back.
"Thanks, Julie. Hey, what happened to your friend, anyway?"
"Oh, she's still around. That's her over there, in fact."
Denise looked to one of the entrances to the park, where Julie was pointing, and saw people coming and going but no one in particular. She looked back to Julie in confusion. Julie shook her head no and raised her finger, indicating for Denise to look higher.
Denise looked outside the park gates at a billboard on the side of a building across the street. She looked up at the gorgeous smiling, winking woman whose face graced the billboard and read the words below her picture:
Come to San Finzione! But, ah, this time, leave the kids home.
"Bullshit! You don't know her!"
"Oh, yeah? You got a phone?" Denise nodded and pulled it out. "Here, let me dial a number for you. Don't worry; I'll be pushing a lot of buttons, but it's a free call." Julie dialed the number, put the phone on speaker, and handed it back. "When she answers, ask if it's her."
The call connected on the first ring.
"Yes," asked the voice on the other end.
"Uh, er," Denise stammered. "Is this Contessa Helena de San Fin-zee-own?"
"The 'e' in Finzione isn't silent. And JULIE, YOU SKANKY COW, THIS IS MY FUCKING DIRECT LINE, GODDAMMIT! THE FUCKING PRESIDENT DOESN'T HAVE THIS NUMBER! WHEN THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO STOP GIVING IT TO STRANGERS TO PROVE YOU KNOW ME?"
"When it stops being funny, you Fucking Cunt, so never," she managed to get out through her and Denise's howls of laughter.
"EAT A DICK, BITCH!" Helen shouted into the phone. Before the call disconnected, they heard her say to someone in the room "I'm sorry, Your Holiness, that was a personal matter. Now, where were we?"
As the two of them continued laughing, Julie had a very intense thought about Troy and wondered what he was doing.
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