An Unfinished Life Page #6

- You b*tch!

- Mom!

- Don't you ever hit me!

- Mom!

- Don't you hit me!

- Mom, are you OK? Mom! Mom!

- Come on.

- Mom! Mom!

- Let her go, Gary!

- Let go of me.

- Are you coming or staying?

Hey! Take your hands off her!

What the hell?

Get in the car.

Get in there!

Griff, get out of the car.

- Griff! Griff, goddamnit!

- Griff!

Mom!

Mom!

Come on.

Mom.

- Come on.

- Mom.

- It's enough, Einar.

- Mom.

You leave her alone.

Now, come on here. Come on, get.

Get out of here. Get away,

you greedy little bugger.

- She didn't do anything to you.

- That's Mitchell. He's a boy.

Yep.

Come on.

Get outta... Goddamn...

Loma.

Loma, Nebraska.

So what about you, Mitch?

You know anything about this?

About what?

So you don't know anything about it?

I just drove him home from the hospital.

Mm-hm. Of course. Right.

Hello, Officer Curtis.

Good afternoon there, Griff.

Einar.

Would you stay for lunch today?

Yeah, I might.

I gotta speak to your grandfather

for a second, though, first.

Ah, heck. It can wait.

Here, let me grab that for you.

So, how was she today?

Looks good, huh?

- Yeah? Did you do the milking?

- Yeah.

Think it might rain today.

No, it's gonna stay warm.

I didn't say anything about the

temperature. I said it might rain.

Would you bury me next to Griffin?

Don't you think you oughta die first?

It's gonna happen, you know.

Where the hell else do you think

I'd bury you? It's where my family lies.

You think the dead

really care about our lives?

Yeah, I think they do.

I think they forgive us our sins.

I even think it's easy for them.

Griff said you had

a dream about flying.

Yeah.

I got so high, Einar,

I could see where the blue turns to black.

From up there, you could see all there is.

And it looked like there was

a reason for everything.

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