All Inclusive Page #4

I almost had a heart attack.

No, we're nothing. One day you're here

and the next everything's over.

But now you're fine, aren't you?

There's one thing good

about hurricanes.

They remind us just

how fragile we are.

For example, there are days when

you wake up and everything's cloudy.

But you must remember above, the sun

always shines. Do you understand?

Yes, I believe so.

I've always said there's no problem

a good f***, good tequila,

and a good conversation won't kill.

If the devil comes, you dance with him.

What if an angel comes?

If an angel comes? Way better,

you fly away with her.

Shall I put on some music?

- What's that smell?

- What? As if you didn't know.

Hey, may I?

Slowly, don't let it go out.

- Mom, are you watching?

- Yes, she is. She's here in front.

Won't you say anything?

For once in your life, do something!

What do you mean do something?

I've done everything for you!

And that's how you pay.

Do whatever you want!

- Perfect. Give me some.

- Are you going to smoke?

Yes, we can do whatever we want.

It's all right.

Wow, what a day!

Today I went to bed

with an older woman.

I met her on the web

and she came to the

hotel 'cause her

boyfriend works here.

I pretended to be her boyfriend.

You pretended to be her boyfriend?

Old, like Mother?

More or less.

But that's not important.

What matters is, she defended me,

and she worried about me.

Yes, I went to bed with her.

But I just laid down next to her.

Virtual.

Yes.

God, one can expect anything

from this family.

Right, anything.

What's happening to the family?

I want to know what's happening.

Now you're interested

in what's happening?

I've always cared!

- Okay, good.

- No, you tell her.

Please, girls, no more secrets.

Why do you want to know now?

You've never really cared about us!

Dad!

Are you okay?

And you, where were you?

- Carmen...

- Don't lie to me!

We know you weren't at work.

What are you doing?

It's no time for photos, all right?

Yes, yes, it is.

What's happening?

The happy family is stuck in a

goddamn hurricane,

and no one knows what the hell...

Be quiet, no one wants

to listen to you!

You keep screwing with me.

It's as if you want me to tell.

Right, b*tch?

No, I want them to listen to me!

You want to know

why I split up with Cristobal?

Because I'm a lesbian.

I already knew.

What the hell is going on?

We came on this trip

and God knows where you were.

Mom is acting strange and I look at

my brother and don't know who he is.

What happened to you?

Why did you abandon us?

- Carmen, don't make things worse.

- Things can't be worse, Gonzalo.

I can't stand you, I can't

stand your silence.

You didn't even cry over

the death of our first son.

Will you keep blaming me for that?

You weren't there. You never were.

Can you once in your

life say what you feel?

I don't know what I feel.

I know what I've done.

You were two years old.

You couldn't be without me.

I was the only one who could

calm you down.

I got into the car,

we were going for a ride.

And I would tell you the same story

until you would fall asleep.

You were run over on a New Year's Day.

Your mother and I ran to the hospital.

I put you in the same seat of the car.

I put you in your little car seat.

I told you the same story

while we went through red lights.

I was heartsick, praying to a God

I didn't believe in

not to let anything happen to you.

When you suffered from

hip displacement, I

learned to put on and

take off the straps.

One day when your mother wasn't there,

I took you to the park.

I took off the straps

so that you would be free.

I saw you walk for the first time.

Many a time I crossed the city

looking for the natural juice

that didn't give you allergies.

Three years later we found out it was

the goddamn cat that caused them.

I'm sorry for having left you.

The doctors said I'm not well.

It's serious.

I got scared. I didn't know what to do,

where to go, so I left.

I was mugged.

I met a woman and her family.

They understood me.

So I talked and I was relieved.

And I felt ashamed for

not having talked it over with you.

And I ran to be here and here I am.

I need some air.

Why?

Why? Why do we keep inside

what hurts us the most?

A year later Santiago, Chile

GONZALO FERNANDEZ RAMOS

Our beloved son 1982- 1983

Some time ago I was told

I only had three months left to live.

No one understands how

I'm still alive.

We're now thinking about

our next vacations.

Right. In an all-inclusive.

Only this time, I swear,

it won't be in hurricane season.

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