Delores:
What do we do now? Pray? What?
Reverend Mother:
It's 9:00. Pleasant dreams.
Delores:
W-Wait. Are you tellin' me we go to bed by 9:00?
Reverend Mother:
If I were you, I would use this time to think about my life and its direction. Or lack thereof.
Delores:
There's nothing wrong with my life. You know, before I came here, I had a career, I had friends, I had clothing that fit. Before I came here, I was okay.
Reverend Mother:
Oh, really? From what I've heard, your singing career was almost non-existent, and your married lover wants you dead. If you're fooling anyone, it is only yourself.
[pointedly]
Reverend Mother:
God has brought you here. Take the hint.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 12:19