He sees us come in, though not with His eyes. It makes Him happy, our appearance, though He’s not about to actually look.And in any event, Beth is speaking:“It was the tabloids that really did it. I know they’re silly, and that I shouldn’t have cared. But I did. I would just buy them every day and root through them for any mention of me. Some days, it was like a game. Like, before I would open one up, I’d try to guess, What awful thing are they saying about me now?”Beth, of course, is something of a celebrity. One of those shows where all the rooms are missing a front wall, and none of the lamps ever need to be turned on.Jolie is maiming me as we walk, wiping the corners of her eyes.“I didn’t know how not to care,” Beth says. “I didn’t know how to ignore it. How do you ignore cruelty, when it’s smiling right in your face like that?”She, too, tries to talk like Him sometimes. And like me, she tends to fall short.“Well, in this case, Beth, you were seeking it out by purchasing that nonsense.”
