The Girl Who Was Saturday Night (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
I KEPT THINKING ABOUT LILY SAINTE-MARIE OVER the next days. It made me sadder and sadder. What had I been doing on stage reciting revolutionary poetry and acting like I was at the top of the world? My mother was alive and well and she had not loved me. We were at each other’s throats after Adam left. It was just the two of us again. This was suddenly worse to me than having nobody. We started picking on each other over all sorts of tiny, stupid things. One morning a week later, I glared at Nicolas over the breakfast table. Loulou was standing at the counter, busy mixing up batter for an angel food cake. Everything about Nicolas was bothering me. It seemed as if his hair hadn’t been washed in a week. His stupid nose seemed to be taking up his whole face. I didn’t like the way he smoked. He inhaled half the cigarette and made the filter sopping wet. It was grotesque. “Stop giving me the stink eye,” Nicolas said. “I’m just trying to eat my toast like a regular guy. Just your average Joe.”
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