Beaches Page #11

- Hi, puss.

Sit here.

I thought Id help with dinner.

What are we having?

- Beans.

- Beans?

Would you braid

my hair, Mom?

Sure.

Come here.

Crap.

-Ah ! Gin and game.

- I don't believe it.

- As usual.

- Oh ! You're driving me--

- You will never

beat me at cards.

- You kill me.

- Never.

- You just kill me.

You know, it's really been

a great summer.

We have had some laughs,

haven't we?

You know what I was

thinking about last night?

Remember that first Christmas

we had at the loft?

I was remembering those

stinking Christmas carols.

- What Christmas carols?

- ''What Christmas carols?''

The Christmas carols you

forced me to sing every night.

- You know what?

- What?

You really do stretch the truth.

You know that?

Out of the way, kids.

We're tying to pack.

We're going home

tomorrow.

But guess what?

Im going to Los Angeles

to see a CC Bloom concert.

Can I be your date?

Good-bye, Hillary !

Bye !

Good-bye, CC,

and thanks for the autograph.

I gotta go make lunch

for Victoria.

''Stretch the truth.''

What crust.

Listen.

I know everything there is

to know about you...

and my memory is long.

My memory is very, very long.

Im counting on it.

Why does a squirrel

make its nest so high up?

So nobody can touch it.

Come on. Ill help you

finish packing.

What do you mean?

Im already packed.

-What is all this stuff. huh?

- My clothes.

You're only going to L.A.

for two days.

Well, you never know

what might come up.

- And that?

- Oh, I told CC I would

Learn her how to play.

Teach. And I think she's going

to be too busy with her concert.

Next time.

Is the Hollywood Bowl

really a bowl?

You'll see for yourself.

Now, get my brown

carry-on bag.

It's in the top

of the hall closet.

-That's all Im taking?

-Yep.

Now hurry. The cab will be here

in less than five minutes.

Go on.

Come on, Pouncer.

Get off the furniture.

Mom, the brown bag

isn't in here.

The new maid

must have moved it.

Mom !

Mom !

Please get up. Please !

I don't know what to do !

Please !

Help me !

Please get up, Mom !

Please !

I its time

for Mrs. Fricker's shot.

Hillary Whitney.

Hill?

Hill.

Hi.

I waited for you.

Im here now.

I want to go.

I don't want Victoria

to see me here.

Are you sure?

Are you really sure?

Absolutely.

Okay.

Okay.

Who do I speak to about getting

Hillary Whitney released?

- Do you know how sick she is?

- Yes, I know how sick she is,

and so does she.

- She wants to go.

- I don't think we can let her go.

I have to talk

to the doctor in charge.

It must have been cold there

in my shadow

To never have sunlight

on your face

You were content

to let me shine

That's your way

You always walked

a step behind

So I was the one

with all the glory

While you were the one

with all the strength

A beautiful face

without a name

For so long

A beautiful smile

to hide the pain

Did you ever know

that you're my hero

And everything

I would like to be

I can fly higher

than an eagle

For you are the wind

beneath my wings

Did I ever tell you

You're my hero

You're everything

everything

I wish I could be

Oh, and l

I can fly higher

Than an eagle

'Cause you are the wind

Beneath my wings

Oh, the wind beneath

my wings

You, you, you

The wind beneath my wings

Fly

Fly

So high against the sky

So high I almost

touched the sky

Thank you, thank you

Thank God for you

The wind beneath

My wings

Victoria?

Honey...

your shoes and socks

are all wet.

Let's take them off before we get

a cold. All right?

I was...

just going through

your mother's papers.

In her will

Victoria, she--

She said she wanted you

to live with me...

but you don't have to

if you don't want to.

Everybody wants you.

Aunt Vesta wants you.

Everyone wants you.

Can I stay here

in my house?

No.

Does my father know

that she died?

I don't know.

I thought

you didn't see him.

I know who he is.

I saw him on the street twice.

I can call him

if you want.

No.

Well, maybe--

maybe someday.

If you don't--

If you don't want to come

with me, Victoria...

l-I will understand.

Ill understand.

I mean, I don't know what

kind of a mother Id make.

You wouldn't believe

the things that go through

my head sometimes.

And Im very selfish too.

I don't know what she was

thinking of when she picked me.

Not that

I don't want to do it.

There's nothing in the world

I want more than to be with you.

You think about it.

CC?

If I go with you...

can I bring my cat?

Of course you can

bring your cat.

You can bring

any old thing you want.

It's time to go, Victoria.

You've got to give a little

Take a little

And let your poor heart

break a little

That's the story of

That's the glory

Of love

You got to laugh a little

Cry a little

Until the clouds

Roll by a little

That's the story of

That's the glory

Of love

As long as there's

the two of us

We've got the world

and all its charms

And when the world

is through with us

We've got

Each other's arms

You've got to win a little

Lose a little

Yes, and always

Have the blues a little

That's the story of

That's the glory

Of love

That's the story of

That's the glory of

Love

- You know that song

I just finished with?

- Yeah.

I sang that song the day your mother

and I met at Atlantic City.

- We were just about your age.

Did you know that?

- Yes.

We met when I was under

the boardwalk smoking a cigarette.

- You smoked

when you were my age?

- Yeah, sure.

- What else did you do?

- Whatever they told me not to.

Anyway...

I just finished doing

the Sammy Pinkers Kiddie Show...

and I was tying

to get some peace and quiet

under the boardwalk steps...

when I saw this prissy

little girl wandering around.

Be sure to keep in touch, CC.

Okay?

Well, sure.

We're friends, aren't we?

Fly

Fly

Fly away

You let me fly so high

Oh, fly

Fly

Fly high against the sky

So high I almost

touched the sky

Thank you, thank you

Thank God for you

The wind beneath my wings

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