Amy & Isabelle Page #5

I don't know if I saw it.

Dreams can be awful real.

It's all right. Don't worry.

It's more than that.

- Nothing's all right.

- It will blow over.

This heat is making

everybody cranky.

Couple of weeks,

nobody will ever mention it again.

I never thought,

Wally would cheat on me.

Specially while

I was in the hospital.

Come on, Isabelle.

Very homey.

- There's ice tea in the fridge.

- I found it.

Drink it, Dot,

keep yourself hydrated.

Thank you.

He says, "Think of all the

good times we had together."

He doesn't understand.

There are no good times now.

There are no good memories.

Men just don't get it.

They're morons. They really are.

I can see how it could

have ruined your memories.

You must feel gutted.

He was your whole life.

It was people who

did this to each other.

Ordinary, regular people who

ruined other people's lives.

I said to him...

"Wally, well, you know we had

our differences over the years...

but I always thought

we were friends."

What did he say?

He said I was right.

That we were friends.

But, merciful Lord, friends

don't do that to each other.

No.

No.

The rain began during the night.

It seemed to simply appear

in the darkened air.

It was remarkable.

After a summer of

constant complaining...

how few people mention

this change in the weather.

Silly is me eating celery sticks.

Celery sticks are

very healthful for you.

God, I know I need healthy fibers.

I gotta fatten you two up.

Pretend, we're having a picnic.

I'm gonna keep you two skinnies

alive even if it's the death of me.

Maybe It was the weather.

- What's the joke?

- No joke.

Life, the joke is life.

Maybe It was my new friendship

wlth Dottie and Bev.

Something was giving

me confidence...

and the desire to look good

again in Avery's eyes.

Avery, you and Anne would care

to come over for desert one night?

- Just an idea.

- No, no, no, that's very hospitable.

- What night did you have in mind?

- Saturday, seven?

- Lf you're free, nothing elaborate.

- 7 o'clock. I'll check with Anne.

But... Well, that sounds fine.

Stacy had her baby.

She did?

She had the baby?

- Tell me.

- There's nothing to tell.

She had it, she gave it up.

The end.

It's hardly that.

It's hardly the end.

You should go visit Stacy.

You mean, in the hospital?

Go.

I'll get something from the garden.

Yes, can I speak

to Mr. Peter Robertson?

Does a Peter Robertson live there?

Thank you.

Yes, can I speak to

Mr. Peter Robertson?

- Hello?

- Mr. Robertson, it's me, Amy.

I'm sorry,

you have the wrong number.

No, I don't. It's me, Amy.

Amy Goodrow, from Shirley Falls.

You know.

I'm afraid not, you have the wrong

number. I don't know who you are.

There's no need foryou

to call me here again.

This is the bathroom, Anne. I know

it's awfully small, but it's clean.

Scare you?

Stacy's parents don't let me call.

They think I'm some dumb-ass jerk.

You used to have

like real long hair.

I thought so.

You know about old coins?

Whatever there's in there.

- Where did you get this?

- You want them?

Take them.

Where are we?

I was wondering myself.

I think somebody's farm.

Look, I...

I really like you and everything...

but I just, I mean...

being Stacy's friend

and everything.

- I'm sorry.

- It's okay, don't worry about it.

I gotta piss bad.

- Hello?

- Hello.

It's Isabelle.

Isabelle, hello.

I wonder if there

might be a problem.

- Problem?

- Perhaps I made a mistake.

I thought that you and Anne

were going to drop by.

My goodness.

This is my fault. I'm afraid,

I forgot lt. We have some friends.

Well, another night.

It's no problem at all.

We'll try again sometime.

Absolutely.

And, Isabelle, I'm very sorry.

Please, don't even think about it.

It's hardly anything.

Hardly a big event.

Amy, you gotta see this!

Lab just confirmed: Belongs to

the missing Debbie Kay Dorne.

What? What?

What happened?

Tell me.

Are you okay?

- Hello?

- Isabelle? I'm at Dottie.

Wally's gone out to shack up

wlth Althea Tyson.

Dottie doesn't wanna stay here

tonight. I'd bring her to my home...

Bev, do you wanna bring

Dottie over here tonight?

Amy found a dead body tonight.

She's upstairs asleep.

Mother of God,

what are you talking about?

- Debbie Kay Dorne.

- What do you mean, she found her?

She was driving around

in a car with her friend and...

Would you like

some Kleenex, Dottie?

I don't care if my nose falls out,

just get to the body.

She had been left for God knows

how long in the trunk of a car.

She didn't even look like

a person, except for the teeth.

Thank God, a doctor would come over

and give her something to sleep.

Otherwise, I don't believe

in giving children...

Isabelle, she found

a murdered girl.

- Can I have one so I can sleep?

- Certainly.

Thank you for letting me stay over

and for not asking me anything.

Dottie, I need to tell

you something.

Amy...

When I became pregnant

with Amy, I was 17.

I wasn't married.

I've never been married.

That's one thing.

He was a married man, Dottie.

He was my father's best friend.

And I knew, it was wrong,

but I went and did it anyway.

I hate Althea Tyson, Isabelle,

I don't hate you...

if that's what you're afraid of.

How about Amy,

does she know about this?

God, if I could just explain.

My parents were good people.

I'm not one of those who

complain about their childhood.

I really, really,

wanna stress that.

Jake Cunningham had grown up with

my father. Jake married Evelyn.

And they'd show up sometimes,

on a weekend afternoon, their kids.

Eventually, he moved

out to California.

And then when I was 12,

my father died.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

I took care of my mom and

my mother took care of me.

We didn't go many places.

I'd give anything

to be with her again.

I wanted to be a teacher.

I was valedictorian of my class.

Of course, there was only

My mother made me a beautiful

dress for graduation day.

Six weeks earlier,

Jake Cunningham showed up.

God, we were so happy to see him.

He smiled every time

he looked at me.

It was wonderful to have

a man in the house.

And his eyes...

His eyes were a little bit sad

and very, very kind.

And he smiled every time

he looked at me.

We went for a walk.

I wish, I could say

that I didn't know...

but I knew, lt was wrong.

But I didn't care

because I was so happy.

Yes, I loved him.

Yes, I loved him.

In the morning, he was gone.

My mother took me to

the minister who said...

God worked in mysterious ways...

and His will would be done.

She took care of the baby while

I drove to the teachers' college.

Did Jake Cunningham ever know?

My mother called

him in California and...

Evelyn answered the phone.

Imagine Evelyn standing

in her kitchen...

wondering what to make for

dinner. The telephone rings.

One minute your life is one way,

and the next minute it's caved in.

That January my mother died.

I'm sure, it was the stress

that killed her.

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