A Home at the End of the World Page #4

lf you do.

lf we all do.

No, you, Bobby Morrow.

Beautiful, crazy boy.

-You want this, and l could get it for you.

-No, it'd be for us.

So long, treasures.

l'm thinking white here.

Totally white, like a Shinto shrine...

...and we can hang

paper lanterns all over.

-You are the gayest human being ever.

-Somebody's gotta be gay around here.

What do you like?

l think l'm gonna go and fix a window.

Okay. Jonathan, blue is your friend.

See, blue is the color of sky and water.

-Yeah, but white goes with everything.

-Well, honey, it's a house, not an outfit.

-lt's all right, l'll do it.

-No, sleep. lt's my night.

lt's okay, Bobby's doing it.

lt's his night.

lf we don't keep to the schedule,

we'll all be exhausted by tomorrow.

-l don't care. l miss my daughter.

-Guess nobody's sleeping tonight.

Hello, Rebecca. Hello.

Oh, sweetie.

-Hey, beauties and heroes.

-Where have you been?

l got something to show you.

-This town's crying out for a cool caf.

-This town's crying out for an outlet mall.

What? lt has possibilities.

Where? Point out a possibility.

Kitchen's basically okay,

just needs a good cleaning.

Look, wood floors.

-ls that a termite?

-No.

Yeah, maybe.

l think l got a name.

The Home Caf.

What do you think?

Well, it would be better for business...

...than ''The Squalor and Desperation Caf,''

l suppose.

And the goddess said, ''Feed the people

and send them out happy into the night.''

How's that mushroom lasagna

holding up?

-Two more orders left.

-Save them for Martha and Gill.

No problem.

-You got them, my dears.

-Thanks, Jonathan.

We're home, dear.

Oh, she's not happy today.

For a full hour. l have no idea.

Hey, honey.

-Just feeling shitty?

-l think she's getting sick.

l gotta get dressed

and get back to the restaurant.

Yeah. And l have to, well,

pick up some toys.

-You okay?

-Never better.

l seem to have ended up the mother

and the wife, haven't l?

-That's not fair.

-No, that's not fair.

And l can't help that.

l thought you'd be out here.

l'm sorry.

You haven't done anything.

l just want everybody to be happy.

-l know you do.

-lt won't always be like this. We're...

...still getting started.

Bobby, what if l...

...just couldn't do this?

lt'll be okay. Trust me.

You know, l think, maybe l'm not...

...this unusual.

l think maybe it's just my hair.

-l love your hair.

-Come here.

-Oh, Bobby!

-Oh, mamacita!

Here you are.

-Look what you've done!

-Our little place.

lt's beautiful!

Oh, that's Ned and me!

Where did you find this?

Oh, it's lovely, all of it.

-l wanna see the kitchen.

-Come on.

Oh, l love it!

So here it is.

Yasgur's Farm, the holy ground itself.

lt's hard to believe all that went on here,

isn't it? lt just looks like....

Mud puddle and a field of cowpies?

l know.

-Come on in, you people!

-No.

l have been in that water before.

Bobby, don't you dare put her in there!

Boys, give them a puddle to play in....

They're sweet together, aren't they?

-ln their gooney way.

-l think you're very brave.

-You do?

-Yeah.

When l was your age,

you got married and you had a family.

Never occurred to you

to do anything else.

Well, you know, l wanted that.

l wanted...

...just a more normal thing

when l was younger.

Just wanted a husband

and a baby and....

l think maybe you're better off.

Really.

One minute you have everything

you ever wanted, and the next...

...you find yourself in some

suburban neighborhood somewhere.

And it's fine. l mean,

it's not not fine, it's just....

The world just...

...starts to shrink around you somehow.

Most women have absolutely

no idea what they're getting into.

No.

l don't suppose anyone knows

what they're getting into...

...till they're into it.

-For God's sake.

-Hey, what's up?

A little privacy, please.

You never wanted privacy before.

You okay?

Yeah, l'm fine.

What's that?

lt's nothing.

Come here.

lt's one of those spots, l think.

No, man, it's a bruise.

Maybe.

Absolutely.

-Will you do something for me?

-Sure.

-Don't tell them.

-l won't.

l can't....

-lf l'm sick--

-You're not sick.

Just promise me that, then, okay?

-lf it's just a bruise--

-lt is a bruise.

lf l just bumped my hip,

there's no reason to mention it.

-lt is a bruise.

-Okay, there's no reason to talk about it.

-Okay.

-All right.

-Mom, is that...?

-Your father's ashes.

l thought there'd be a right moment.

Suddenly, if l don't give them

to you right now...

...l'll have to take them back

to Phoenix with me.

He wouldn't have wanted them

scattered in Arizona.

-l thought we could scatter them here.

-Here?

Well, this is your home, isn't it?

l guess.

You know, l think it might be best just

to be done with it. He was a modest man.

He wouldn't have wanted

an elaborate ceremony.

-Mom.

-And l can tell you this...

...this is no more him than a pair

of his old shoes.

Not yet. l'm--

Not here, not now. l'm not ready.

Well, whenever you are.

-We should go.

-Okay.

-Oh, l love you, honey.

-l love you too.

l'll see you at the caf.

Bye!

l know. Did you get yourself dirty?

Did you? You got yourself so dirty.

l need powder.

Did you get yourself dirty?

l know you did.

-You're so sexy like this.

-You are a true pervert. Get me the powder.

What happened?

You got something on your face.

Here, let me.

You can do anything, can't you?

-Me? No.

-l mean it.

You can live in the suburbs,

in the East Village, in the country.

lt doesn't make any difference to you,

does it?

l don't know. l never really think about it.

There you go, all done. Come on.

Thanks.

Come here. Sit up there, princess.

You are a strange

and mysterious creature.

l'm, like, the least mysterious one

around here.

l bet you could live in the Sahara.

l bet you'd just pitch a tent

and find someone to sell you a camel.

l mean it. ls there anything

you couldn't do?

l couldn't be alone.

Nope.

No, you couldn't, could you?

Hey, man.

Blessings on our day off.

l wonder if we should be closing

on Mondays.

-l feel a little guilty about it.

-No worries, please.

Hey, that little bruise gone away?

Well, no.

Let me see.

-lt's the same.

-Let me see.

See? lt's the same.

No, man, it's fading.

-You really think so?

-Absolutely.

You wanna dance?

-What?

-Come on.

Jonathan.

Hi.

l was so in love with you.

l was in love with you too.

But Bobby is the love of your life.

You know it's not that simple.

lt's just that...

...l seem to have ended up....

-Come to bed.

-l can't sleep.

Do you want me to get up?

No.

Go back to sleep.

Good night, crazy mama.

lt'll all seem better in the morning.

-Gonna miss you.

-lt's just a few days.

-You're taking a lot of stuff.

-Well, she needs a lot of stuff.

Okay, l think we're all set.

So....

Bobby, do you wanna come with us?

l can't.

Bobby.

Do you wanna come with us?

No.

Okay.

Okay.

-Call me.

-l will.

-Okay?

-Yeah.

You're a brave woman,

visiting your mother all alone.

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