Blue Car Page #4

but I could share the driving.

Don't worry about it, OK?

If I need a favour, you know,

you'll do it for me, right?

- What's the name on the prescription?

- Gross. G-R-O-S-S.

Her first name is Doris.

- Do you know when he called it in?

- This morning.

Hang on.

- You all right?

- Yeah, yeah.

You sure? Let's see what you got here.

All right. Show me the goods.

We got Vicodin. Nice. Good score.

People pay a lot of money for it.

Oxycontin. Oh, man, this stuff is so good.

You know why? It fucks you up, OK?

Xenocal. Fat people love this stuff.

And Vicana... What the?...

I have no idea what the hell that is.

What's in here?

We got Viagra and contraception.

Diaphragm. Nice.

Wonder what these people are up to, huh?

Good job, partner.

Let's go to the bank.

The day I started GA, some dude

says to me "Goin' straight takes balls. "

So I got me some.

There you are. Mad money for the lady.

Give and take.

You have the hour to write,

then please put your journals in the box.

And bonnes vacances...

I was gonna leave you a note.

Guess I'll just see you in Florida.

Is something wrong?

I tell you everything.

Did I do something?

Come here.

I wish I could show you how I feel.

- Hey. Here.

- Whoa...

Thank you for helping me.

That's great... A tie... It's so nice

I'm gonna have to get myself a shirt.

- So when are we leaving?

- Crack o' dawn.

Yeah. So why don't you

get your bony ass to bed?

All right. Good night.

- When was the last time you saw him?

- Last night.

Did he give you any indication

as to where he was going?

No.

So just the jewellery, coins and the car.

Anything else?

Some silver.

- My stupid idiot brother!

- What happened?

He skipped his parole.

- So maybe he's gonna come back.

- He's not coming back!

He took my dad's watch collection

and my mother's heirloom silver.

What time are you guys

going to the airport?

We're not going.

I'll give you $ 75.

That's with the jacket and the bike.

That's a diamond.

Yeah, but see that little brown spot?

That ain't worth nothin'.

Just a Coke.

- Is this where the poetry contest is?

- Yes, it is.

- How much are the rooms?

- They start about $189.

- The front desk is this way.

- Oh, no, it's OK. I'm at another hotel.

Oh, it's great. You guys should go in.

- We will.

- It's great.

- I can do it.

- No, you never do.

Hi.

- Hey.

- Miss Denning.

You all know one another?

Miss Denning's in my AP English.

- Oh. You're here for the contest?

- Yeah.

Would you like to join us?

Yeah, come on. Here, pull up a towel.

Is that allowed, Tony? Fraternising

with the contestants before the big event?

I am the very soul of objectivity.

Yeah, right.

I'm Delia. Pleased to meet you.

- Come along, little fish.

- No...

Get your water wings on. Come on!

- When did you get here?

- Just last night.

Well, you missed

the gala opening-night festivities.

I missed seeing you there.

- You don't like the sun?

- I like it too much.

Your wife seems nice.

She can be.

- You little wimpy boy!

- It's f***ing freezing!

OK, let's have some drinks.

- Rob, beverage?

- I'll have a beer.

- Oh, I'm sorry, what's your name?

- Meg.

Here. Why don't you and Meg go in search

of drinks? And Meg can change.

Let the relaxation begin.

Who wants to play a game?

- Are you gonna cheat, like you always do?

- Oh, I never cheat.

I have never cheated in my life.

I am constitutionally incapable of cheating.

- Of course, I am a sore loser.

- Yeah.

But that's different.

So what kind of things do you write?

Poems.

- Pomes?

- Poems.

Dear, it's pronounced "po-em".

- Delia.

- What? I thought she'd wanna know.

Oh, I'm sorry. You're her teacher.

Well, I'm sure Meg would like

to go swimming with you, darling.

Would you like me to walk you home?

Sure.

- OK. Just let me get a sweater.

- OK.

What time are you going out tonight?

Nine.

- You boys gonna behave yourselves?

- Probably not.

You OK?

Right as rain.

Fine as wine. Fit as sh*t.

All right.

You're a lovely girl.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Good luck in the contest tomorrow.

Thank you.

I'm sure you'll do very well.

I might do a little work.

Bravo.

Your wife seems really smart.

She is.

She's also extremely unhappy.

We've known each other for a long time.

Well, since we were children really.

Younger than you.

Does that make you feel uncomfortable?

No.

You should put this sweater on.

You look cold.

Thank you.

All right.

- What's funny?

- I don't know.

Just feels funny.

Good funny?

I have a friend who is going to come down

tomorrow. He edits the Arden Review...

I'm gonna talk to him about publishing

your new improved "Blue Car".

- I have something for you.

- What?

It's kind of stupid, but...

What is this?

A tie?

You probably don't even wear ties.

Is this OK?

Are you sure?

Is this where you write?

No.

You OK?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Oh, God...

- You warm now?

- Yeah.

Yeah?

Oh, you are so beautiful.

Come here.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Will you lie down with me?

- Are you OK?

- Yeah.

Do you want me?

Do you want me?

Say yes. Say yes.

Say yes.

Do you want me?

Oh, come on...

Do you need me to walk you home?

No, it's OK.

What's your book about?

It's about an old man

who falls for a young girl.

Really?

You don't believe me?

How does it end?

They make love and he is transformed.

Make me proud tomorrow.

No. Strike that.

Make yourself proud.

And fame and fortune will follow.

- Night, Debbie.

- Good night.

Are you sure

you don't want something to eat?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

Hey, Ricky! Make me some pancakes,

will you? And put some bacon on the side.

- Do you like bacon?

- It's OK. I'm not hungry.

And real syrup too. None of that fake crap.

- Oh, I need that.

- The napkin?

I'm sorry, honey. I'm just trying

to get some of this stuff out of your way.

- I never got a check.

- Oh, don't worry about it.

Meg Denning.

Sally Janin.

Good luck.

"So do not look up to me, my friend,

for now I realise...

That growing up is nothing more

than knowing your own size. "

This poem...

...po-em...

...is for Mr Auster.

It's called "Now That I've Read Your Book".

"I've memorised the lines.

It was easy. "

"The dirty white pages,

a margin of fancy designs. "

"You draw outlines of inverted hearts. "

"But mine's real, not a valentine. "

"As for the details... "

"As for the details,

fiction, fiction, lies, lies...

I am the coming poet who will arise. "

"Crippled phoenix,

I fly up from your bed of ashes. "

"When my dad left, I cut off my hands

and sewed up my eyes. "

"But that didn't keep me

from reaching for you. "

"Thank you for the gold star

and your leaving. "

"Blue car, gold star. "

"The leaving is a gift

I will always hang on to. "

This is it.

Hi. Is my dad there?

Hello?

Hi, Dad. It's Meg.

I called Dad.

I know.

Maybe it'll be better for a while.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

I know he's not perfect,

but I need him too.

That it?

Yeah.

Do you remember when we drove

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