Amy & Isabelle Page #4

exactly what is going on.

In the car today wasn't the first

time you were with him, was it?

Sweetheart, a man

like this is troubled.

He is not a nice man.

- He doesn't care for you.

- It's not like that!

It's not what you think.

He likes me and he wants me.

My God, this is so sickening.

Honey, you do not know

what the world is like.

You don't know the world! You

don't go anywhere or do anything!

You don't have any friends! You read

magazines. You don't go to movies.

How do you know

what the world is like?

I work hard all day to put

food in your mouth.

You have no idea what it's been

like raising a child on my own!

You just go and tell yourself,

your mother is an illiterate moron...

who doesn't know the real world!

But you don't know anything!

I just mean, you don't know

anything about Mr. Robertson.

- He's really good, never wanted...

- Never wanted what?

- Answer me!

- I was the one who kissed him first.

And he told me not

to do it again, but I did.

He's nothing more than a pimp!

- You are Peter Robertson?

- I am.

- Do you care to sit down?

- No, thank you very much.

I'd like you to sit down though.

Let me tell you what

I know of certain laws.

Having sex with a minor

in this state is statutory rape.

Of course I would like

to go to the police...

but my main concern is Amy and

I will not have her put through that.

I could leave the town tomorrow.

Just like that.

I have no reason to stay.

Have you any idea of how

you've injured my child?

Excuse me?

You've taken a very innocent girl,

put your handprint on her forever.

Mrs. Goodrow...

Is it Mrs. Goodrow?

I was really never quite sure.

It is Mrs. Goodrow.

Mrs. Goodrow, Amy may

very well be underage...

but she did not need a good

deal of teaching, shall I say.

You're loathsome.

Do you know that about yourself?

I'll report it to the police, to the

principal, to the superintendent.

It would be best if we didn't report

anything. I'll be gone tomorrow.

- I find you contemptible.

- I understand that you do.

He likes me and he wants me.

Who was my daughter?

Who'd she been?

She did not need a good deal

of teaching, shall I say.

- I'm wlth someone I barely knew.

- You don't go anywhere!

- All you read is magazines!

- She have even lied to me.

Is It Mrs. Goodrow?

I was really never qulte sure.

- Of course they disgust me.

- Yeats, Mom. Not Eats, Yeats.

What did he know?

That I said Eats,

instead of Yeats?

That I worked at the mill?

That I had no friends?

He's leaving town tomorrow.

I don't believe you.

Mom! Mom!

Mom, don't!

Mommy, no!

Clean it up.

Clean it up!

Clean up the mess!

On Monday morning, Amy

started her job at the mill.

The mugginess that hung in the air

seemed to be inside my head.

I could hardly move.

I felt in some real way,

I had died.

Read that back to me,

please, Isabelle.

The contract stated that assumption

of the risk would be with the buyer.

Okay, good. That's fine.

Thank you.

Isabelle.

Did I say three copies?

Make it four.

One more detail...

one more lie told me that

spring slipped into place.

It was like the puzzle I'd spent

hours watching my mother do.

A few of us are really good.

The teacher's giving extra stuff.

What appeared to be one

thing was really another.

You'll survive

in this heat, Isabelle?

How's your cousin's boy?

That one selling all the marijuana.

- Is he still talking to the priest?

- As far as I know.

I remember too well the day Arlene

reported on her cousin's son.

How high-minded I was telling her

these didn't happen out of the blue.

You reap what you sow.

I've always believed that.

I wanted to run back and tell

Arlene:
"You really cannot know."

All the memories of that

happy spring were poisoned.

Our house had been contaminated.

There was no resting place.

Everything was invaded.

That was the thing.

I'm sorry, the number

you have reached...

Of course they don't care. They

only care about the dollar bill.

Those earrings were priceless.

My father gave them to me

the night before he died.

- Can you put a price on them?

- No.

And now they're telling me

that the earrings aren't covered.

Some lemonade, Isabelle?

Yes, this heat...

So, how was the visit

with John's new girlfriend?

Lovely. She's lovely.

- She's at medical school, you know.

- They'll have quite an income.

I'm sure that's a long

way down the line.

Avery had told Anne after all what

he found in the woods that day.

I would have given anything

to talk to my mother.

But she was gone.

I thought of my father, who died

in his car at the gas station.

I thought of his best friend.

Mom, mom.

And Amy. I thought of Amy.

How do you know

what the world is like?

It was an accusation I could have

made against my own mother.

I thought I had done It

differently wlth Amy, but no.

I passed on the same feeling.

I nevercalled It fear.

But that's what It was.

Amy, I need to talk to you.

But I don't wanna talk to you.

I don't ever wanna

talk to you again.

It seemed insane. We went to

the mill together every day...

we dressed each morning

in silence.

I was not sure how long we

could go on living this way.

Did you hear?

Dottie saw a UFO.

She went out in her back porch and

she has this glass of lemonade...

...resting like this on her stomach.

- Give it a rest, Rosie.

When she wakes up, the lemonade

is trembling, but the glass isn't.

So when the spaceship

lands on her lawn...

this figure she described as

olive skin with a very large head...

comes out and walks toward her...

...and puts thoughts in her head.

- And she doesn't remember anything.

She's a nut.

Dottie Brown has been

my best friend for 15 years.

If she were losing her mind,

I would be the first to know.

Isabelle, what do you think?

Do you believe her?

- I've never known Dottie to lie.

- People lie all the time.

Honestly, Isabelle,

where have you been?

I don't believe people

lie all the time.

If you're gonna force me to take

a stand, then I stand behind Dottie.

I'll be taking a few days off

at the beginning of next month.

I trust you'll hold down

the fort while I'm gone.

I will try my best.

Also...

I'm afraid Dottie Brown is

coming back to work next week.

Of course, I understand.

I appreciate what you've

done for Amy already...

letting her work here

the way you have.

So, how you doing otherwise?

I'm tired.

I'm very, very tired.

Mom...

- I'm resting.

- Mom, Stacy's pregnant.

I though you might

wanna know that.

August arrived. The pale sky seemed

to be expanding with the heat.

...paraffin wax.

I read it somewhere.

I think you're right.

There's not much chocolate in it.

I hate to see you smoking again.

Dottie, are you okay?

You seem different.

- Where did I put my soda?

- Maybe an alien took it.

Seen anymore spaceships, Dottie?

Why can't you just shut up?

Come on, Dottie! For cry out!

Some people really

should learn to shut up.

It could have been a dream.

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