Away We Go Page #7

You're my brother,

for God's sake. Come on.

This afternoon.

Yeah, well, we're leaving

as soon as 'Rona wakes up.

No, will you stop?

Hey, you're always paying, all right?

I'll pay. I can swing it.

Wait, hold on a second.

I think she is up.

What's going on?

It's my brother.

I'm telling her right now.

Helena left him.

What?

We're going to Miami.

What happened?

I spy with my little eye

something that is blue.

You... You didn't see

this coming, did you?

I mean,

she was normal, right?

Oh, yeah.

Definitely. Yeah.

Do you have any idea how many times

I've checked my messages?

It's a tick now.

It's, like, 10 times an hour.

I've got all the lines

bouncing to my cell.

The weird thing is,

part of me is so angry,

I never want to hear

her name again.

But if she came back tomorrow

and said she was sorry,

I would be so

f***ing relieved.

Well, Annabelle seems

to be doing great.

I know.

It's even weirder.

Well, what did you tell her?

I told her it was a business trip.

I made the mistake of

telling her she'd be 5 days.

I actually thought that

was a conservative estimate.

I thought I would have

it figured out by then.

But then 5 days go by and

she wants to know where her mom is.

So I told her that Grandpa died.

You told her Dad died?

No, no, no, Helena's father.

Listen, Burt,

I really need your help.

I mean, if she's

really gone for good,

I gotta know

what to tell Belle.

And it is wrong to say that her mom

was murdered, right?

Yes. I think that

would be traumatic.

Yeah, but there's finality there.

"Where is my crown?

I simply cannot find my crown.

"Oh, brother, I just

swallowed another fly."

And to that the crab replied...

"You will never find your crown, Frog,

"because I have hid

it under the ocean."

And then they fought.

"Give me your tongue.

Give me your tongue, Frog."

"That's my tongue."

"I have your tongue."

And then they made up.

"Bullfrog, I have to admit something.

"You're my best friend."

"I still love you."

"I'm really sorry about that, Frog.

I've always loved your eyes."

"Don't worry about it."

"Thank you very much."

"Thank you. Thank you very much."

"Thank you. Be sure

to tip your waitress."

Say good night to

Uncle Burp and Verona.

Good night, Bella.

Good night, Daddy.

Good night, Bella.

Good night.

Good night, chicken.

Could you stay a little longer?

Sure.

I'll stay with you.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man

play a song for me

I'm not sleepy and there is no place

I'm going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man

Thank you.

Cheers.

Cheers.

In the jingle jangle morning

I'll come followin' you

Did you see this?

What's that?

Look at that.

Man, she is so cute.

Yeah.

She just took that on Monday.

Remember when we had to wait

weeks for the school pictures?

Oh, yeah. It was...

Hey. What's that on her lip?

Carrot juice.

Carrot juice.

Yeah, so that's the picture.

Yeah, I didn't see the carrot juice on

her mouth when she left the house.

I'm never going to see stuff like that.

Moms see the carrot juice

on their daughters' mouths.

Moms know when they

aren't dressed right.

Moms go shopping with them, and make

sure their hair doesn't look all spazzy.

In one fell swoop,

Helena has changed

this girl's life

from a normal one,

where she can be

popular and all that,

to the distinct likelihood that she's

going to be introverted.

A poor dresser.

One of those kids

that looks all longingly

at the girls with the new shoes

and the right backpack.

Well, at least it's just

carrot juice, right?

I mean, it's not whiskey or glue.

It's just the beginning, though.

I'm going to be spending every waking

moment trying to reconstruct a normal life.

But that little girl in there will always

be the girl without a mom.

Into my own parade cast

your dancing spell my way

I promise to go under it

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man

play a song for me

I'm not sleepy and there's no place

I'm going to

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man

play a song for me

In the jingle jangle morning

I'll come followin' you

Yeah? Well, the fact that

I'm even calling this late

means it's important, doesn't it?

I think so.

What's your name?

I already know, 'cause I...

Listen, you know what?

Well, I think you know more than

you're letting on. How about that?

Burt?

So... Hello?

Burt.

Damn it!

Burt, what are you doing?

Calling everyone she knew.

Her old company. Her friends.

At midnight?

Right.

The element of surprise.

Well, can you stop, please?

I mean, what kind of goddamned

person leaves her daughter?

I don't know. Maybe not such

a strong person. Please stop.

And you know what

the worst of it is?

There is nothing we can do about it.

Because she is gone. And this family

can't be fixed. And that is it.

And what if one of us

freaks out like that?

We won't.

It can be fixed.

And you know it.

Thank you.

Burt.

It's okay.

Look at me, please.

But really?

I mean, what if something

happens to one of us

and just makes us go crazy?

I mean, what if I'm walking by a

construction site and something falls,

and then my frontal lobe gets chopped

off and my personality's altered

and then I'm not a good dad?

What happens then?

Well, be careful walking near

construction sites.

What about Munch?

She'll be careful walking

near construction sites, too.

No, really.

I mean, don't you just look at her

and want to give her

everything that

she's ever wanted?

It is so incredibly

unfair that she can't...

Yeah, you're right.

It's unfair that

she can't have a baby

and that bad parents

still get to be parents

and good parents die when their

daughters are in college. So what?

I'm sorry, 'Rona.

Look, all we can do is be good

for this one baby.

We don't have control

over much else.

Will you marry me?

At least.

Never.

I will never leave you.

Yeah.

I promise.

No, I know.

You...

You promised never to marry me

because you don't want to get married

without your parents there.

I get that.

You promise

never to leave me.

Do you promise to never leave

this baby that we are having?

I promise.

I do.

Do you promise

to stop talking about your ability to find

or not find my vagina after I give birth?

I do.

Do you promise

to let me cobble...

Carve.

...to carve in my spare time,

and teach our daughter the lore

of the great Mississippi?

I do.

Do you promise never to

develop a thing for seahorses?

I do.

Good.

Do you promise to let our

daughter be fat or skinny

or any weight at all? Because we want

her to be happy, no matter what.

Being obsessed with weight is just

too clich for our daughter.

Yes, I do.

Do you promise, when she talks,

you'll listen?

Like, really listen,

especially when she's scared?

And that her fights

will be your fights?

I do.

And do you promise that if I die some

embarrassing and boring death

that you're gonna tell our daughter

that her father was killed

by Russian soldiers in this intense

hand-to-hand combat

in an attempt to save the lives

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