Anywhere But Here Page #6

I bet he's reaIIy nice and just

hasn't had the nerve to contact you.

Do something.

He did give you a rabbit's foot

to remember him by.

-I'II do it.

-No'

I'II do it. It's okay.

I'II diaI and you taIk.

-Just get it over with.

-Don't worry.

It's gonna be okay.

Don't worry.

-It's ringing. Don't hang up.

-Don't hang up'

Don't hang up.

Hello?

Ann, say something.

Hello?

Mr. Badir?

Yes.

Is this Hisham Badir?

Yes. Who is this?

-This is Ann.

-I'm sorry?

Your daughter. Ann.

-HeIIo?

-Well, Ann.

-How are you?

-I'm okay. A little taken by surprise.

I'd reaIIy Iike to see you.

Dad?

-I wasn 't exactly ready for this.

-Do you think I couId see you?

-I heard you remarried.

-You did?

Someone in Bay City toId UncIe Jimmy.

Do you have any chiIdren?

Yes. A daughter.

I have a sister?

What's her name?

Tamara.

She's 9.

So. . .

. . .does Tamara know about me?

-Do you ever think about me?

-Ann...

...do you need my help in some way?

What?

Do you need some money?

That's a terribIe thing to say.

I just wanted to taIk to you.

You're my father,

and I thought I couId see you.

-I thought your mother asked you--

-She didn't ask me to do anything.

-Why wouId you say that?

-You know your mother.

Yes, I do. And this is not

about your money.

She has nothing to do with this.

Ann...

...I don 't know what to say.

Look, I'm in the middle of something.

Can I--?

You're not even gIad

that I caIIed, are you?

You don't care

if you ever see me again.

You don't give a damn about me,

do you?

You know, I'm sorry I caIIed.

Listen, Ann--

-You're better off without him.

-Who needs him?

Sue the bastard for chiId support

or something.

HeIIo?

-HeIIo?

-Ann.

Yeah, Peter?

I wanna kiss your lips.

What for?

I don 't know.

If you can't think

of a better reason than that. . . .

-What?

-I've thought of another reason.

I'm wild about your warm lips.

And I wanna squeeze....

I wanna squeeze you tight.

I wanna be one with you.

Yeah?

I wanna part your lips with my tongue.

And then what?

TeII me, then what?

I don 't know.

WeII, come on over.

-Is your mom home?

-No.

So?

-Maybe we shouId go out some night.

-No.

Come in.

What about that stuff

you were saying on the phone?

-Where'd you Iearn that?

-Just in a book.

Why don't you take off your cIothes?

AII right.

Don't you wanna taIk first?

-It's not even dark outside.

-So?

Do you wanna put on some music?

AII right.

Are those initiaIs on your underwear?

Yeah. My mom has that done.

InitiaI freak.

Take them off and bring them to me.

I wanna kiss you.

Okay.

Okay!

Wow.

That summer I turned 17.

And I started planning my escape.

My mom finally found a job

she liked at a convalescent home.

She was good at what she did.

At last, she had a captive audience.

That was a good one.

WaItz.

And where's that tongue going

on the "L"?

It wouId heIp

if we had snazzier Iipstick.

Okay? Get some perky Iipstick.

Make that pucker. Let's try it again.

I appreciate how you are

with my mother, with everybody.

-She's coming aIong.

-I'd Iike to taIk more.

-Can I take you to Iunch or dinner?

-Thanks.

-TeII you about the carpet business.

-Sometime.

Bye, guys.

I bagged a ziIIion groceries.

You must be tired.

I appreciate you going with me.

I couIdn't deaI with it aIone.

Every time this guy asks me out,

it's just so sad.

He's so nice.

When my wife died,

I started eating out aII the time.

-How was the pot roast?

-Nice. It was nice.

-You ever going back to Wisconsin?

-Not for the worId.

-Was it that bad?

-It's a dead end. So we Ieft.

I sometimes think about

picking up and Ieaving.

Whenever new carpets come in. . .

. . .I beIieve that somewhere

in the piIe. . .

. . .there's one that fIies.

It's been put there for me.

A beautifuI, handwoven

1 6th-century Persian rug. . .

. . .from A Thousand and One Nights.

I sit down, wave goodbye

to everyone in the store. . .

. . .and fIy right out the door.

My carpet's fIying

back East to coIIege.

Better teII your carpet

to drop you at UCLA.

I'd Iike to go back East.

-Since when?

-I've been thinking about it.

Independence. Sounds Iike her mother.

She's not going back East.

She's going to UCLA.

No, I'm not.

Honey, the hourIy wage, bagging

groceries at the supermarket. . .

. . .won't pay for an Eastern coIIege.

I'II appIy for financiaI aid,

and Grandma wiII heIp.

She knows about this?

She said when the time comes,

maybe she couId heIp out.

-I'd Iike to go away to coIIege.

-Why?

I wanna get away.

You wanted to Ieave Bay City.

I wanna Ieave BeverIy HiIIs.

-End up back in Bay City?

-I didn't say that.

After aII this time?

After aII that I've sacrificed?

You two ever been to the grunion run?

No, Jack. I have to say,

we have not been to the grunion run.

-What's a grunion?

-It's a IittIe coastaI fish.

It comes ashore at high tide

and Iays its eggs in the moonIight.

And then it dies.

Another exampIe of a mother

giving her Iife for her chiId.

-Some die. Not aII of them.

-I'd Iove to see that.

-I'd Iike to take you.

-Great.

-I Iike him.

-He gets on my nerves.

He Iikes you. If he asks you out,

I hope you'II go.

-He asked me to go to Las Vegas.

-You shouId go. You might have fun.

He is not my type.

He's not my idea of fun.

Go to Vegas. Take a chance. You don't

have to faII in Iove with him.

-Or even sIeep with him.

-Oh, thank you.

-You couId win the jackpot.

-AII right. I'II go to Vegas.

Fine. Just stop it.

But you're going to UCLA. It's a

state schooI, aII we can afford.

And I don't want

another word about it.

Jackpot. . . .

She didn 't know I'd already

applied to Brown in Rhode Island.

Peter wanted me to go to Berkeley, but

my heart was set on the East Coast.

My grades were good. I thought

I could get a full scholarship.

I Iiked the part about the nobIe souI,

but do you reaIIy read Nietzsche?

I read Nietzsche.

I don't reaIIy read Nietzsche.

He'd be a crazy friend to have,

don't you think?

Besides, I think peopIe who reaIIy

read Nietzsche are kind of. . . .

I don't know.

Kierkegaard, though, he said that--

Where's the maiI?

Right there.

You opened it.

How eIse wiII I know your pIans?

After aII, I'm onIy your mother.

Why wouId you confide in me,

thank you very much?

Go ahead, open it.

I'm sure you'II be very happy.

Providence, Rhode IsIand?

CouId you have gotten

any farther away from me?

I just don't understand.

After aII these years of hard work. . .

. . .wouId it have kiIIed you to stay,

show some respect and appreciation. . .

. . .to those who worry

and sacrifice everything for you?

I'm not going anywhere'

Wanna read my maiI? Read it carefuIIy.

I onIy get some of the tuition.

We have to pay part of it,

and we don't have that.

Read it'

Parents' contributions.

God, I wanted it so bad.

Pooh Bear, it's not

the end of the worId.

It is the end of the worId'

Maybe not for you but it is for me.

-We couId get an ice cream.

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