Disclaimer: I own the DVD, if that accounts for...oh, it doesn't, does it?
I'll probably just update as I get them out...maybe twice a week.
What am I...she pulled at the lace around her neck. The dress was tacky, and she had said so, but it seemed that, while no one cared, no one was allowing her to change, either.
Which is so unfair; I've nothing important to do today. I might was well wear slippers and a nightgown and be done with it.
Joe should have gotten the letter by now. She had asked him, pleaded with him, almost, not to write back, and she hoped that he didn't. She wasn't even supposed to contact him, anyway.
Stupid of me. Of course she wanted him to write back. It just wasn't in the interest of duty, such an awful word, for her to get hung up on him. But she did desperately want him to write back.
"Ann?" She looked up. "Ann, are you listening to a word I'm saying?"
'Course not. She wasn't supposed to shorten her words, either.
"Of course," she said. "You were just talking about how much the public relations in Europe could be improved if one of the countries would just accept—"
"No, that was five minutes ago. Ann, dear, where has your head been? Ever since you've returned from your tour, you've been angry and sullen, and you can't even—Ann!"
What?
"Yes, Mother?"
"That is exactly what I'm talking about. Just because you slipped out on the town for a day doesn't mean that you can waltz back in without a care and make changes all around the place. The Countess has been in hysterics because of your behavior, and frankly, I'm beginning to see why!"
Would you prefer a minuet?
"I'm sorry, Mother, I don't know what's gotten into me. I suppose I just don't cherish Rome as much as I thought." Her mother sent her a condescending glance.
I love it.
Corny, corny line, but I could not. Help. Myself. On a side note, if Ann's mother was in the movie, I probably would not have liked the character. Which is probably why she's so misunderstanding in this piece.
You know what to do...