An Unfinished Life Page #3

Put that bottle someplace

where I don't have to look at it.

You know anything about pickup trucks?

Aw, sh*t.

Hand me that half-inch

socket wrench, would you?

No, no, no.

Shiny one on the top.

Yep.

Do you wanna see what I'm doing?

That's it.

- OK, see these screws here?

- Mm-hm.

This one I'm tightening, this holds

this thing up which holds the pan up.

If this thing comes loose when you're

driving, you'll be sitting on the road.

And that's not what you want to be doing...

How come you and Einar don't get along?

You're practically his daughter.

What I am is his dead son's wife.

He's always been really good to me.

He's the first friend I met here.

I am not in the mood for their crap.

I'll take 'em.

- The special today is the enchilada plate.

- Thank you.

They're good enchiladas.

Served by good people.

I'm a good person.

I'm also a woman who's taken more

than her fair share of sh*t off men.

Don't push me.

I mean, I couldn't even take a pinch of crap

from two little cheesedicks like you.

OK, crank it.

Again.

Again.

Take your foot off the gas.

Take your foot off the gas!

Is that for lunch?

It's for a bear.

Who the hell knows

what a bear eats anyway?

Did I ask you to do that?

Don't bears like honey?

Winnie the Pooh does.

- Oh, hey.

- Thought you were sick.

Haven't seen you for a few days.

It's only a two-restaurant town, so I try

to spread the county's money around.

Meatloaf. Can I have onion rings

instead of mashed potatoes?

Onion... Sure, I'll ask.

Could you give me a ride home after work?

Sure.

He looks like he's dancing.

Well, maybe just happy to see

a girl with a sack of meat.

I'll give you some here.

Why don't you toss this in?

- He likes the honey.

- I think he does.

Is that really the bear

that hurt Mr. Bradley?

He's the one.

I don't wanna go right home.

- Not just yet.

- You don't?

Can't we just drive a little?

Here's the thing.

I'm gonna be here about three more weeks.

I'm afraid I'm not gonna get through it.

Three weeks, huh?

I don't wanna be in love, Crane.

Don't start without me.

- What's that?

- A flower.

That's not a flower - it's a weed.

It's pretty, though.

- Don't you think it's pretty?

- Yeah, I think it's lovely.

You want to wait a little longer

for your mother?

- Just a little bit.

- OK.

I had a music teacher

who was a lesbian.

You guys are gay, right?

I'd think after 40 years of working together,

one of us would notice, don't you?

Well, Einar, I always thought

you had really lovely hands.

You did? You never told me that.

I mean, it's cool.

Everybody needs love.

You got that part right, little girl.

Jeez, what's next?

Hey!

- Hey, yourself. How you doing?

- Good. How are you?

Good. There's somebody

I want you to meet.

Griff, this is Sheriff Curtis.

Nice to meet you, Griff.

- Are you hungry?

- There isn't enough.

I gotta swing back

through town anyway. So I'll see ya.

- Thanks for the ride home.

- Take care of yourself, Crane.

- I don't like him.

- I don't remember asking.

I don't remember you ever asking me.

Hey, I don't need your permission.

You confused about how

to treat a guest in my house?

It's just some guy my mom brought home.

I expect you to be pleasant

to whoever comes to my door.

Yes, sir.

Unless it's some guy

looking to sell his angle on God.

There's no excuse for that bullshit.

Well, all right, then. Let's give a try

at these good-looking sandwiches.

There you go.

Hold it right about here.

OK.

- His foot's not gonna go anywhere.

- Oh, yes, it is. Look at that calf run.

He's off and gone.

Oops. That's a little bit low.

- Yeah!

- I got it!

- Look at that!

- Oh, yeah.

Go on, try it again.

There you go.

You got any more improvements

you wanna make around here?

I thought I'd

straighten some of this mess.

Thought Mitch might

want to work on something.

- Did you ask him about it?

- Well, of course she did.

Now that we've got interesting

company around here, I...

I feel inspired.

Excuse me.

I gotta go to work.

You wanna know

what I dreamed last night?

What?

I dreamed you weren't

such a miserable son of a b*tch.

That's not dreaming.

That's wishful thinking.

Did you hear anything

unusual last night?

Yeah. Somebody poking around

down by the river.

I found some footprints.

This.

I sure do miss smoking.

So do I.

Hey.

Hey! What are you doing here?

- We're going to Angie's zoo.

- Really?

What kind of pies you got today, Nina?

Hey! I got three kinds of berry

and chocolate pecan.

Guaranteed to make your teeth ache.

Chocolate pecan, please.

With ice cream.

Two chocolate pecan, one with ice cream.

Kid's got young teeth.

Coming right up.

Be right back.

Crane.

Einar.

She capture your interest?

Have you thought about the girl?

They're a set.

Can I get you anything else, Crane?

No. Just the check.

OK.

How does the law stand on shooting

somebody on your property?

Well, if you didn't want to go to prison,

they'd have to be in your house.

- That's what I thought.

- You think you got a problem?

I'll let you know.

Hey.

You wanna hand me that rasp?

No, those are pliers.

The rasp, next to...

- This?

- That's it. Yep.

Are there really cowgirls?

Haven't you ever ridden a horse before?

No. There weren't any horses

around Gary's apartment.

He was my mom's boyfriend.

We lived with him for two years.

My mom had another boyfriend

before Gary.

His name was Hank.

He didn't have any horses either.

Hank didn't hit my mom like Gary did.

He was just mean with his words.

Like you.

I can see where not learning to ride a horse

would be a disadvantage for a cowgirl.

- You wanna try?

- Yeah.

Here, grab that blanket.

What's that?

Wanna have a look?

Good afternoon, boy.

Your father was sure first-rate.

I miss him.

I wish I missed him.

You would if you'd known him.

Stay.

Your mom's boyfriend in Iowa, he smoke?

Yeah, a lot.

Did he hit you?

Mostly my mom.

Jimmy. Jimmy, no, no.

My parents scraped and saved

to get us out of El Paso.

To get a quiet place,

far away from everything.

Then they put

an interstate through it.

This would have killed them.

- I remember your parents.

- You do?

- Yeah, they were good people.

- What a mess. Did you know Griffin?

Yeah.

He was two years behind me

in high school.

Do you know how he died?

Yeah, it was, uh...

Up in Calgary at the stampede.

A car accident.

Guess everybody in town knows that.

Well, it was a long time ago.

I was driving, you know.

Guess everybody in town knows that too.

- Well, hello.

- Hello.

Well, I'm not so sure I'm happy

to see you in here, Einar.

How about a club soda, Eileen?

I can do that for you.

- I hear you have a granddaughter.

- Yeah. By God, I do.

How old is she?

She's still shiny. She still expects

everything's gonna turn out all right.

- Sh*t!

- That's a good age.

Here, buy yourself a f***ing drink.

You're one lucky son of a b*tch.

You know those guys?

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