Margot Stray has a terrible sense of direction. Driving home one November morning, she wonders
why the hell she didn't fly instead. She would rarely go home, keeping herself away long
enough to be the last contacted about her father's passing three days ago.
Well, Dr. Freeman sends his sympathies. Mom, is there anyone else we should contact about
Dad? Did you call your sister? Did you call Margot? I'll try your office.
Margot, a compulsive liar, has convinced her entire family that she is an accomplished journalist,
and cannot come home because of her travels. Unfortunately, her temporary cashier position
has not allowed her to leave the country in six years. Hello? I'm okay. Heart attack,
I think. Margot speaks to an old friend from childhood. Her father used to drive them to
school. Margot never enjoyed her old friends. In fact, she didn't enjoy much about her youth,
except for watching crime dramas and playing with her thick black hair, which she loved to cut off.
Only three memories have stayed with Margot, the time she locked herself in the basement for two
hours, the time she was lost in the grocery store, the time nobody remembered to pick her up from
school. Her therapist, Frances, has convinced her that she suffers from a severe case of
monophobia or fear of being alone. Margot and Frances have been secretly dating for three years.
I don't understand why you don't want me to accompany you. Because, Frances, I don't want
you to meet my family. This is the healthiest relationship Margot has ever had. She enjoys
distance and he is fascinated by her lack of emotion. I appreciate your honesty. That's what
you think is best. I love you. Sorry, I'm late. Margot is notorious for being late. She's late.
Just wait longer. There are other services. What do I tell Father Jerry? Hey, it's me. I know.
I'll be there. I know where it is. Look, it just stalled. At age 18, Margot first left home after
her parents' divorce. Her father was the only family member Margot felt remotely connected to.
She never forgave her mother for making him leave.
Okay, I'm here. She's close. We're going to get started. Margot Stray has a terrible sense of
direction. She would rarely go home, keeping herself away long enough to forget which cemetery the
family plot is located. What the hell is your problem, Margot? Where were you? God. You know,
this isn't about you, okay? We all miss him. Argo, please come home. That's all we really want.
