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I got used to...thinking of them. As...my kids too. |
Really. By what right? Six months of parttime screwups? |
Life's a tradeoff. You get cancer, your hair falls out, but you <u>do</u> get to smoke dope. |
You're not dying. |
You bet you are. |
How the hell would you know? |
I don't, but... |
How would you know <u>anything</u>? |
And cigarettes. I smoke, too. |
You are <u>marrying</u> the <u>greatest</u> guy who walks this <u>earth</u>. Who I have <u>loved</u> from my <u>heart</u> for twelve<u>years</u>! |
They came out of my <u>body</u>! |
See, I know that. |
I have given them more<u>love</u> and more <u>care</u> every fifteen <u>minutes</u> of their lives, than you could manage in the next fifty <u>years</u>! |
Okay, I'm undeserving. |
Ironic, huh? |
Small world. |
Luke's depo ran late. I promised I'd take notes. |
So I have to tell you something in confidence... |
You're a crossdresser. |
That. And. Annabelle is over her head. With Brad 'The Dreamboat' Kovitsky. |
She hasn't mentioned this. |
She was afraid you'd make a big deal out of it. |
Moi? |
Toi. They've been 'going out' for two weeks. |
As you may know, 'going out' in the six grade doesn't mean shit. They don't actually <u>go</u> to a movie or anywhere, they don't even eat lunch together, it's just a declaration to the world that they're... |
...going out, yeh. I had kids of my own, once. |
Anyway. He walks up to her on lunch yard today. And tells her... publicly...that they're 'breaking up.' |
Oh, my God. |
Right. Which is the whole <u>point</u> of this 'going out' thing, so one of them can dump the other one, and they can imitate the whole passionate adult soap opera tragedy, without ever having to actually date. |
She's devastated. |
Doesn't <u>begin</u> to describe it. I mean, you've got cancer, <u>this</u> is serious. |
And you said...? |
Beats me. Ask your mom. |
Can I look at the pictures? |
It's a mess, right now. That's my project when I get back. |
So. Hopeful. |
It's promising, this one. We're upbeat. |
I really look like shit. |
You look sick. But you look... together. Mentally tough. |
Yeh, that's bull. I'm going for serene, they say some actually get there. |
You try to center on the big issues, y'know. What it's all about. What this whole trip has meant. But then, the <u>really</u> big issues keep swamping y... |
Brad Kovitsky. |
The primo stuff is great for pain. |
I think my 'primo shit' got left in my 'bellbottoms.' |
He's relentless. A <u>major</u> asshole. |
And you said... |
What else? Keep on keepin' on. |
Eat your heart out. Is Annabelle there? |
Yeh, she's...I'll get you Ben first, it's past his bedti... |
How's she doing with Brad? |
Can I say one thing? I mean, the <u>last</u> thing I want to do is inter fere on the Brad thing, b... |
Thanks, but it's under control. |
Yah? Well, even the best mom in the world, the smartest, the wisest, whatever. Needs to know when to find a Plan B. Cos Plan A <u>is</u> not and <u>will</u> n... |
It's <u>covered</u>, okay? I appreciate your concern. Can I talk to her? |
Hon, maybe your mom would like t... |
...go to the park. In the worst way. |
I'm thinking. Do I know you well enough to really chew you out? |
No. |
It's just not the right time t... |
Do what you've worked your whole life to do? |
It was just a job, there'll be plenty of others. |
You mean, after I'm dead? |
Hey, you haven't quit on you, I'm sure as hell not gonna. I just mean, I'm juggling a lot right n... |
Juggle it! Move the darkroom into your house. You've got that room downstairs with the treadmill Luke never uses anyway. Don't lose your confidence. Don't lose your edge. |
It's the same choice you made. |
Yes. I made the choice that was right for me. And I don't regret it. But even for me, there were days when I felt so lost, so invis ible. And then I'd hate myself for the kids not being enough. |
I know you, huh? The car pools, he measles, the PTA. It's not gonna be enough for you in the long run. You have to think long term. |
I just want to spend time with them when I'm not rushing or on the phone or tired or... |
That's motherhood. That's the job, with or without a career. I'm telling you the biggest gift you can give them is your happiness. They <u>need</u> you to be happy. |
My advice to you? Don't die. |
Feeling the pressure? |
Somehow, his blanket always looked like a cape, even the nurse said that. He <u>loves</u> to hear that story, over and over. How he was born a magician. |
And her...? |
Took 28 hours. She just wasn't sure about entering this world. |
That thing you said before. Pushing the guy sleeping next to you away. Because of what you gave up for motherhood... |
Is that what he told you? |
He won't discuss it. Just calls it history. |
You really didn't have to come, you know. I'd have brought them straight t... |
Who in the world <u>is</u> he? |
Looks nice enough to m... |
He looks familiar. Did he do a Calvin Klein ad? |
Now we're going to have a fight, you and I. |
Are we. |
And I'm going to win. |
Don't be too sure. |
Now, 'limp dick', I know. What. Is 'snowballing'? |
It doesn't matter, I didn't tell h... |
Because there'll be, oh, 20 or 30 mothers phoning me in the next hour or so. And they'll b... |
Give 'em my number. |
Actually. They'll want Annabelle's mother. |
Is that what you're worried about? Looking bad at the PTA? |
You are <u>defending</u> what you did? |
Right down to the ground. Let's get to it. |
You put filth in my child's mouth. |
Aw. |
You had her <u>lie</u> about that... that fancyboy <u>model</u>! |
Worked. Like a charm. |
She was beaten, and bloodied, and it was going to go on, uni... |
So you became the hero. And I became the schmuck. |
You taught my child that I am some limp dick <u>loser</u>. Who didn't <u>care</u> about her pain. |
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