Child of Glass Page #2

In the wars of social one-upsmanship,

Em, everybody is suspect.

Ha, ha! Well, I wouldn't be surprised

if she hadn't bribed the painter.

He saws now that he doesn't know

when he's gonna be able

to finish the outside of the house.

- Oh, now, Em.

- Well, I think it's just plain tacky.

Her callin' up all sweetness and light

to say that she just had to move

her harvest ball up a week early

to accommodate some

very important guests.

Oh, now, listen.

She knew... She knew that

we were plannin' our open house.

Em, criminal lawyers,

they like to use delaying tactics,

but we, uh, corporate attorneys,

we like to beat the other fella

to the punch.

What?

How about movin' our party up a week?

Oh.

We could have one little, uh,

costume party.

How delicious! Hmm.

Oh! Oh, how delicious!

Oh, but listen now,

not a regular costume party.

I mean, not one with ghosts

and goblins and things.

I mean, we'll have to have

something special.

Something to match this house.

We'll give a cotillion

with people dressed up,

you know, as they were

in Civil War days.

Oh, Joseph, Joseph,

I wouldn't be surprised

if Miss Mary Lee Merryweather

herself didn't come.

Now, Em,

don't go overboard.

She hasn't been to a party in 40 years.

Well, only because the parties now

can't hold a candle

to the ones she remembers.

But this one will be

just like the old days.

We'll have, um, we'll have mint juleps,

and we'll have party ices and waltzin'.

Oh, everybody who is anybody

will be here!

Oh, Ludee Calhoun will be

just green with envy!

Hey, Dad! Dad!

- Yeah.

Hey, come on, Dad. I'm gonna be late.

- But why aren't you on the school bus?

- Did you miss it?

I couldn't pry Connie Sue away

from the bathroom mirror.

Oh, dear, well, you have to

forgive your sister, darlin'.

- She's just goin' throuqh a phase.

- Oh, Ma...

Now, don't tease.

You're gonna be there yourself

before long.

Well, tomorrow we set this household

on a schedule.

- About phases? Mmm.

- No, bathrooms.

Uh, well, how about a kiss

for your mother?

- Ma!

- Oh, Ma!

Goodbye, goodbye. Have a good day.

Don't forget your paper sack.

Have a good day at school.

- Olav.

- Alexander, your lunch.

Oh!

Thanks.

- Hey, Alexander.

- Oh, hey, guys.

How do you like

livin' out in the boonies?

It's all right.

I wouldn't want to live in an old wreck

of a house like that.

It's not no wreck. It's historical.

My mother's just hvsterical trying

to fix up an old monstrosity like that.

Aw, what do you know?

Captain Jacques Dumaine

used to live in my house.

He was a riverboat captain.

They wrote books about him.

Bet you no one that famous

ever lived in your house.

Hey, Alexander,

your girlfriend's wantin' you.

She's not my girlfriend.

Come on, let's go.

Alexander, can I talk to you? It's vital.

We wouldn't want to keep you from

anything that's vital, Alexander.

Hey, Henry!

We'll leave you alone

with Miss Cotton Blossom.

What is it now?

It's about the thing that's in your barn.

You seen it, didn't you?

- Seen what?

- The ghost that's haunting your barn.

The only thing in my barn

that I've seen is you.

Last night you took a light up

in the hayloft

and you swiped my new dog.

I weren't in your hayloft

last night or never.

- Hey, Alexander.

- Hey.

You lie so much, you don't know

what's true and what isn't.

I do so! I mean, I do not.

Oh, yeah? Well, what about

that time when you told everybody

your father was a government agent

working on a secret mission in China?

And you don't even have any father.

A lot you know. His mission's

so secret, nobody knows about it.

Not even me and Aunt Vinia.

I'm sorry, Blossom,

but just quit bugging me.

Bet he would be a secret agent.

Somebody brave and special.

Mr. Timmons!

Mr. Timmons!

Here I am. Right here.

Yes.

Hi, Ms. Armsworth.

You callin' me? Huh?

- Indeed I was, Mr. Timmons.

- Well, how you doin'?

I was, uh, I was just takin' a nap.

I was restin'.

From what exertions? It is after 4:00.

You have not done a lick of work

on that gazebo.

Well, uh, if youse to ask

my professional opinion,

I'd say that the Whole place

needed painting.

That is not your concern. This is.

Listen, I'm gonna do it. I guarantee it.

You don't have to worry about that.

Well, lam worried... About this.

Oops.

Ah, you got me there.

I'm sorry about that.

It's not gonna happen again.

I mean it.

Oh, well.

Would you look at this picture, please?

I would like our gazebo to be

every bit as beautiful as this one.

Well, that's real pretty.

Yep, I can do that. It'll

be picture perfect.

- I guarantee. You got my word.

- I hope so.

- I'll leave the magazine with you.

- Well, thank you very much.

Good day, Mr. Timmons.

Ms. Armsworth.

Oh, yeah.

Alexander.

Moppet, where'd you come from?

What is it, girl?

Where are you taking me?

Wait, Moppet!

Blossom, you up here?

This is one of your dumb tricks.

Come on, enough's enough.

Alexander.

Alexander.

Wait. Do not go, Alexander.

I need your help.

Where are you?

I am in the darkness of the other world.

But for a short time it has been

given for me to come to you,

to seek you out from among the living.

Me?

Do not be frightened, Alexander.

No harm will come to you.

You must help me, Alexander.

We have only a short time

to solve the riddle.

The task must be completed before

the midnight hour on All Saints' Eve,

and only you can undertake it.

What's All Saints' Eve?

I believe you call it Halloween.

Why do I have to help you?

Because you are the one

I have been waiting for

all these long wears,

the one with the gift.

The one who can release me

from the terrible curse of my uncle.

What kind of curse?

One which condemned me

to wander among the lost souls

and restless spirits,

and kept me from my dear parents

who have been searching for me

all these long years.

If you do not help me,

I will never be able to rest in peace.

I'd like to help you, honest,

but I don't know anything about curses.

Hear me now, for I may say this

once and only once.

"Sleeping lies the murdered lass...

"Vainly cries the child of glass...

"When the two shall be as one,

"the spirit's journey will be done. "

That doesn't make any sense.

You must find the sense.

You must solve the riddle,

and you must do it soon.

Now, repeat it quickly.

I must be certain that you remember.

"Sleeping lies the murdered lass...

"Vainly cries the child of glass...

"When the two shall be as one,

"The Spirit's journey will be done. "

What does it all mean?

You must learn its secret for me

and solve the mystery

that has kept me from my eternal rest

for more than 100 years.

I must go now, Alexander.

Do not fail me.

Release me from my prison or I will

haunt you for the rest of your days.

Haunt me? Wait a minute.

I don't even know who you are.

Inez Dumaine.

But what do I do? Where do I start?

Early bird catches the bathroom.

Like mother, like daughter.

Um, could I talk to you for a minute?

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