5 Dollars a day Page #5
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They're extra large,
jumbo.
They're glow-in-the-dark,
for God's sake.
Check for pinholes.
Might be Chinese.
Ooh. Ouch.
Look at you.
Scheherazade.
She could wln
a beauty contest
as we speak.
Yeah, well, you're not so bad
yourself there, Daddy.
Ooh.
Yeah.
Okay, sugar shorts,
let's hit the road.
Let's do it.
Hold down the fort.
I'm gonna clean the kitchen.
Perfect.
So...
I take you're not
still babysitting.
Why, do you need one?
Mm, from time to time, yeah.
So what are you doing?
This and that.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Got my notary's license.
Did you?
Mm-hmm.
Congratulations.
Well, it was Nat's idea.
He's so thoughtfuI.
Remember when he got me
that pink briefcase
when I graduated high schooI?
Yeah, I also remember
he didn't pay for it.
It was still nice.
All right.
You used to have
the most pitifuI crush on me.
I did not.
I was your dream girI.
Yeah, all right,
you were.
Remember when I used
to give you those bubbles baths?
Vaguely.
You still take baths?
Mm-mm.
Showers.
Uh-huh.
With other people?
Sometimes lots of people.
Of course, there was always
a guard watching.
There's no guards here, Flynny.
You never did it with Nat...
Uh-oh.
Did you?
Oh...
That was a-
that was a no, right?
Right.
Though, I can't say
I didn't think about it.
Mm.
Just never met a man who was
so in love with his wife.
I used to sit
on my front porch
and watch them dance
in the living room.
I can't say,
If thlngs weren't dlfferent,
I wouldn't have...
The man deserved
a little love and affection.
Why?
Because of the way
she treated him.
What are you talking about?
He drove her away.
He didn't drive her away.
Yes, he dld.
I don't know what he told you,
but she left him for another man.
What?
That candy-ass that she
used to work for at the car dealership.
What, Kruger?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
She did not.
I would've known.
Everybody in the town knew, Flynn.
Nearly broke that man in two.
You were just a kld.
And of course, Kruger
moved on to greener pastures.
And, you know...
She died.
Probably shouldn't have told you.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
Your coffee, ma'am.
Hey.
Ow!
Are you all right?
Hey, can we get
some napkins here?
Oh.
What happened?
He very nearly
burned me to death.
Please, ma'am, anything that we
can do to solve the problem,
we'll be more than happy to.
There is.
And you will be
hearing from me.
You will.
And it will not be
for a refill.
He saw it.
Did you see it?
Yes, yes.
Would you take me home?
What are you, kidding?
Get a lawyer.
I didn't-
So I got my Mercedes with a trip and a slip
at the supermarket last year.
This?
This ought to be worth 5 grand
and maybe a new wardrobe.
Well, in that case,
you don't mind if I ask
for my 20 dollars back, do you?
Nat!
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
What are you doing, man?
Guys?
Sensory dep.
It's so soothing.
It's better
than meditating.
Hi, baby.
Wah!
Hm.
Hey.
Nighty-night, Flynny.
Comfy?
Hi.
Hey.
I got that mattress
from that sexuaI harassment thingy,
from Price Breakers
last summer.
A Sealy Posturepedic.
The good stuff.
Mm-hmm.
Nice, huh?
It's nice and springy.
Yeah, it's a wonderfuI mattress.
Mm-hmm.
He's not here, you know?
He's on the couch.
I know.
I know.
Okay.
I'm verklempt.
You are one of the most exciting women
I've ever been this close to,
and normally, I'm a guy
who does what comes next,
but in this case,
at the end of the day,
it's too late.
No, it's not.
It is.
I have an idea.
How about I give you
weekends and holidays?
I already have
Wow.
Is this because I'm dying?
This is because
you're a good man.
I used to be.
You still are.
Dolores?
Yeah, baby?
I would deny you nothing,
but this is not going to happen,
I promise you.
It's a fruitless effort.
Are you giving up that easy?
Oh.
Oh...
You think this is easy,
for me to embarrass myself
this way?
You should go.
No.
No.
No.
Why?
The pink briefcase.
in that way before.
You gave it to me
for my high schooI graduation.
That was a souvenir
of friendship.
I...
I didn't even pay for it.
You're going
to pay for it now, buddy.
Mm.
Oh, Nat!
Dolores.
Oh, Dolores.
Whoa, golly.
Whoa.
Yeah.
Boom, boom, boom,
let's go back to my room.
I'll give you another try.
You know, don't like good-byes,
no tears, no sighs.
Thank you.
Mighty hunter drive?
What do you say to a chow-down
after a hard day's night?
Pancakes,
sausage patties,
maple syrup!
You worked up
an appetite, huh?
Mm-hmm.
How come you never
told me about Kruger?
Did I tell you
he owes me $2,000?
That's what I lent him
to open his first car lot,
$2,000.
And he stiffed me.
You know how many showrooms
Kruger has as we speak?
And still, I haven't seen
dime one of my investment.
He's not an honorable man.
No, no, Kruger and Mom,
Kruger and Mom.
How could you not tell me?
Tell you what?
Oh, come on.
Make a wish?
What was yours, running naked
on the beach again?
Nah.
I already got mine.
I wish you weren't sick.
You on a diet?
It's my cake.
It's for you.
Thanks.
So how you going
to stick it to him?
What do you mean?
Well, that's what
we're here for, isn't it?
Get back at Kruger?
How'd you put that together?
I'm your son,
aren't I?
Let me in on it.
Eh.
I have to do this by myself.
I want to help.
Meet me at Dogtown, noonish.
Welcome to Kruger Motors.
Beauty, isn't she?
Interested in a test drive?
No, thanks.
I have a meeting with BK.
Nat Flynn.
He's very busy today.
It could be a while.
I'm early.
maybe some tea?
Thanks.
Nat.
Bert.
Sit down.
Thanks.
Long time, no see.
Not long enough.
A lot of spilt milk under the bridge
for the both of us, I'm sure.
How's your family?
Children and your wife?
They're great.
Bert junior must be
in college by now.
Michigan.
Yeah, your alma mater.
Kudos.
Let's get down to it, Nat.
Sure.
Nice-looking boy.
He's all rlght.
No chick magnet, not like us.
First time they handed him
to met at the hospitaI,
I got scared.
What am I going to do
with a screaming, red-faced kid?
I was in love with him.
I wish I hadn't felt that way.
It should've been you, Bert.
Look, Nat-
I understand you've got
a beautifuI thing here,
terrific family, new career.
I'm not here to upset
any of that.
AII I care about is him.
I want him to have something,
a nest egg for when I'm gone.
I haven't been able
to do that for him, but you could.
Or we have to do this in court.
And then it's a public thing.
How do I know
that in six months,
you're not going to show up
on my front porch, Nat?
I'm not going to be here
six months from now, Bert.
Look, check with
my oncologist.
His number's on the back,
if you want.
What about the kid?
He doesn't know.
At this time of my life,
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