“Hey, when she calls, right, tell her ass that I locked myself in my room, and I’m sitt’in in the corner rock’in and I’m say’in,” makes retarded gesture and in the ghostly voice says, “whhhy . . . whhy . . . whhhhy.”
The two sisters burst into laughter.
“What the hell!,” Olivia can barely contain her laughter. “Okay, I’ll do it. Buuut . . . ,” she didn’t understand why she was doing it.
“. . . That’s what she wants to hear right?,” Constance knows that if they do it all types of things will be set into motion, there will be phone calls made and people that she really doesn’t want worried will feel bad. So instead she compromises, “Fine just tell her I’m in a mental hospital.”
That gives Constance such a warm feeling of peace inside. Finally, she’ll be telling her mother what she has always wanted to hear, that she is lifeless, that she has given up, she can be the best, the winner now, she can be the fairest of them all. The fight and the struggle for Constance’s peace and happiness will be over, she can go on living her life in without worrying if her mother is going to be lurking around the corner trying to sabotage the existence of her happiness.
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