Page 85 of Daisy Jones & The Six

And then I thought I heard a child’s voice.

BILLY:I grabbed the glass—the tequila, I mean—I grabbed it again and I stared at it. And I thought about what it would taste like. Clean smoke. I was lost in it when the guy next to me went, “Hey, you’re Billy Dunne, aren’t you?” And I put it down.

DAISY:I was stuck out there, in the hallway. Unable to get into my room. And I slumped down on the ground and I started crying.

BILLY:I said, “Yes, I am.”

And the man said, “My girl’s got a real thing for you.”

I said, “Sorry about that.”

And he said, “What are you doing down here in a bar by yourself? You seem like a guy who could be with any woman in the world.”

I said, “Sometimes you have to be alone.”

DAISY:I looked down the hall and I realized it was…well…out into the hallway comes Camila and she’s holding Julia…

AUTHOR:Wait a minute.

—

Author’s Note: While I have made a concerted effort to remove myself from the narrative, I have included here a verbatim transcript of one conversation I had with Daisy Jones because I am, in fact, the only one that can corroborate this essential piece of Daisy’s story.

DAISY:Yeah.

AUTHOR:You were wearing a white dress.

DAISY:Yeah.

AUTHOR:And you were sitting in the hallway. You couldn’t open your own door.

DAISY:Yeah.

AUTHOR:And my mom…

DAISY:Yeah, your mom opened the door for me.

AUTHOR:I remember this. I was with her. I had woken up and had a bad dream.

DAISY:You were about five or so, I think. So…you’ve got a good memory.

AUTHOR:I mean, I completely forgot about it but now that you’re saying it, I do remember being there with you. But my mom never mentioned anything. I wonder why she didn’t talk about this with me.

DAISY:I always got the impression that if the story were to be told, Camila would consider it mine to tell.

AUTHOR:Oh, okay. All right, well, then what happened?

DAISY:Your mom…well, Camila…or…should I keep saying everyone’s names? You said earlier that I had to always say her name.

AUTHOR:Yeah, go ahead. Call me Julia. Call my mom Camila. Just as we’ve been doing.

This marks the end of the transcript.

DAISY:Camila came into the hallway and she was holding Julia. And she said, “Do you need help?” I didn’t understand why she was being so nice.

I said yes and she took my key and she let me into my room. And she walked in with me. She put Julia down on the bed. She told me to sit down and she brought me a glass of water. I said, “You can go. I’ll be okay.”

And she said, “No, you won’t.”

---