Ask Me Anything Page #6

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straightened out first.

Will you let me know

when he can have visitors?

Of course. Absolutely.

Thank you.

I'm so happy you finally called.

I can't believe

I miss him so much.

If only he had left

that silly card where it was.

What? What silly card?

I wasn't sure

whether to tell you.

What? What are you

talking about?

One day I was

cleaning the house,

and in his closet

I found the underwear

you gave him for Christmas.

I put them away and threw

the box in the trash.

Later, when your father

found out what I had done,

he was furious at me.

In the middle of the night,

he rose.

I asked him where he was going.

He said, "To pick through

the garbage,

like your cousins

back in Calcutta."

I woke up minutes later.

The room was very cold.

I found the back door wide open.

Your father slipped in the dark

and fell on the way

to retrieve your card.

But he never even

opened my cards.

He didn't care

about those things.

That's precisely what I thought.

But no.

I found them in his desk.

All from you.

Fog tints the windows

And clouds up the view

Sits in the trees

And hugs the sky too

Mr. Blue Sky

Greets his old friend

Blankets the earth

To brings the year's end

There's a longing

in the air

And something tells you

That wintertime

is here

The nostalgia

warms your heart

And everything feels

Right

You have an appointment with

Dr. Sherman Saturday at 10:00.

I know you only went once.

What?

That's non-negotiable.

Yay!

Happy birthday.

Thank you. I love it.

Oh, good.

It's gorgeous.

Thank you so much.

Oh, come on.

You didn't have to do that.

I know.

Let's see.

Very cute.

Aww, that's sweet.

Very sweet. Thank you.

Whoa, looks like somebody

wants to join the party.

Oh, no, no, I'll get him.

So, what's it like being 43?

Hi, honey. Shh.

Same as being 18.

Just, uh, when you get up,

your back is a little stiff,

that's all.

There we go.

Good boy.

Oh.

God.

Just your back?

This is your real present.

Oh, yeah.

"To Paul on his 43rd birthday.

"Napping on the sofa,

"your baby boy napping

in his bouncing chair.

"Two separate lives,

lying so close for a while

"until you both wake up and

become father and son again.

"May you always be like this.

"Sleeping close

and awaking close,

"sharing nearly

all of your lives.

I wish I could

share them too."

It's beautiful.

Really?

Yeah.

Shh.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, it's okay.

You understand, right?

I'm sorry.

It's going to be okay.

Okay.

Oh, God.

Being pregnant is like being seasick,

and you can't get off the boat.

The smell of bubble gum,

deodorant,

scented candles makes me want

to vomit from my toes.

Hello?

I'm pregnant.

And the baby's yours.

So I thought maybe

before I got an abortion,

you'd like to discuss it.

Dwayne, you know better.

You got to call me

during my office hours, okay?

Good night.

Wait...

You don't need antidepressants,

because you're not

clinically depressed.

You're grieving.

There's a world of difference.

Not just for your father.

When I was in the

second grade I liked to gross boys out

by eating flies and ants.

Even a daddy longlegs once.

In junior high

I stopped taking showers.

My mom would say,

"Why do you want to treat your

body with such disrespect?"

I had no idea why.

But now I do.

You probably thought I forgot,

but I remember everything

you did to me.

Sometimes I thought

maybe you forgot.

But you were a grown man

at the time you molested me.

If you are a Christian,

and I think you are,

then you know what awaits you.

Yours truly,

little Katie next door.

Katie.

Miss Matsuo.

How's the grand experiment?

Excuse me?

Life without semesters?

Oh, it's great.

Good.

Actually, I just lied to you.

It's really, really hard.

I'm sorry.

That's okay.

You know, I...

I think it's getting better.

I think I'm going to be okay.

Well, you take care.

Did you hear

Where I was going,

my dear?

Did you see me

Walking down that road?

And do you understand

That my life

And no, baby

You know I'm not

very old

Well, if it isn't one of my

favourite people in the world.

That's me.

What's wrong?

Just wanted to come say hi.

I don't believe that.

Come on in. Tell me

what's going on with you.

I need some advice.

Okay.

But I want to talk to you

about something first.

I didn't quit

for the reason I said.

My mom's fianc found out that

you're a convicted sex offender.

That occurred to me.

I wanted to tell you the truth,

but my mom would have grounded

me until the end of time.

She was afraid for you.

Well, hello, I'm a girl.

But you're here now.

What changed?

I need your wisdom.

But I want to know

what your crime was.

Why?

I need to know.

It was a long time ago.

Please?

May I have one of those?

You smoke?

I'm what is known

in Nicotine Anonymous

as a periodic.

I start and stop.

Right now I'm undecided.

Have a seat.

Ah, there it is.

Where do I begin?

When I was your age, Katie,

I was a very angry,

nasty piece of work.

I was rarely clean or sober.

I had hair down to here

and a full beard,

believe it or not.

And when I was 19 years old

I got busted for selling drugs.

So in order to avoid jail time

I enlisted in the Army.

And I just stayed high

all the time.

Well, surprise, surprise,

I get busted

and dishonourably discharged

and sent home.

And I stayed out of trouble

for a very long time,

until one night

I got sh*t-face drunk

and showed up at the house

of a woman I knew

who was a prostitute.

Not one that I could afford,

but she had a soft spot

for vets.

And the last thing

I remember was,

she pulled out a bottle of rum

and a tab of acid.

So when I woke up

in jail the next morning,

I had no choice but to take her

word for what happened.

And the word of the emergency

room doctor, of course.

I did not rape her in the way

that most people

would define that term,

but it was a very, uh,

cruel sexual assault,

and I paid the price.

Now, tell me

what's wrong with you.

I'm pregnant.

Hmm.

I'm just... I'm too young to have a baby.

And I know... I know I should

get an abortion.

But days keep passing by,

and I don't make

the appointment.

I just... I think I'm scared

to go alone.

I think it's more than that.

I think you're afraid

to go at all.

And for good reason.

Because if you do this,

there's no telling how

you'll feel about it later.

You're afraid you'll regret it.

Maybe.

But, you know, very few people

ever regret having had a child.

Is that true?

Absolutely.

You want some more wisdom?

No extra charge.

Please.

Stop drinking

and smoking immediately.

And you must never see

any of these men ever again.

Dump Paul?

No, no, he'll freak out.

Please, please, Katie,

listen to me.

When a married man

is having an affair

with a beautiful, young girl,

no matter how much

he feels for that girl,

he's always relieved

when it's over

because he knows he's been

playing a dangerous game,

and he's lucky to escape alive.

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