Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood Page #5

on my biological clock a long time!

On paper it works out.

You saw him.

Who wouldn't want babies with him?

Every time I get right down to it,

something stops me.

- Just stops.

- And you don't have any idea why?

Well, I have an idea why.

What if I'm like her,

and I get into it, and just...

What?

Beat everybody and then run away.

- That's what you think happened?

- What do you mean, "think"?

This isn't some recovered memory.

I wish I could forget.

You have Ya-Ya scars.

That's nothing compared to mine.

If there's one drop of that in me,

I'm better off alone.

No child should find that out the

hard way. Neither should Connor.

Fine, she didn't want us.

She should've stayed gone.

But y'all dragged her back here,

and she drank until we went away.

Y'all should know,

since you were mixing the drinks!

My God, she doesn't know anything,

does she?

Sidda! Go get Lulu.

Baylor, get in the car.

We are leaving. I can 't stay

in this house one more second!

I can 't stand it! I can 't!

Mary! Mother of the motherless.

Can you see me?

I'm here!

It's me again.

I need divine intervention once again.

And here it is.

My oldest daughter, Siddalee,

the one I've been complaining about?

The loudmouth?

She may be walking away

from true love.

Please stop her.

Don't let her run away.

This is because of me.

She never said it, but I know.

She's only seen me holding back.

I take full responsibility.

But I'd appreciate you

keeping that to yourself.

Please pass this on

to your Son and his Father.

I will only smoke once...

...a day.

And I'll only have a drink

once a week, I mean, a day.

I'll do the best I can.

If you will just help her out

with this one thing...

...I'll make it up to you somehow.

- Daddy.

- Hey, butterbean.

Look at you.

You look pretty good for a hostage.

Well, my captors are humane.

You're holding up

pretty well yourself.

Well. Another fine mess.

Yeah.

The best lesson I ever learned

from you was to lay low.

What happened?

Security has been breached,

backups have been called in.

Full-scale Ya-Ya alert.

But the prisoner

has been left unattended.

- You could bust me out.

- I could.

But then wherever we go,

we'd still be there.

- No escape.

- More like Stockholm syndrome.

That is you. What about me?

You'll end up as the leader.

The inmate takes over the asylum.

What?

Never mind. Never mind.

What? Why am I

being hauled into court?

I'm not the one engaging

in acts of treachery.

That's a matter for some debate.

The jury's still out, pal.

Your kids aren't writers.

They're not exposing

your darkest secrets...

...as entertainment for the masses.

If I knew she would be a writer,

I never would have...

- What?

- Goddamn it!

Will you stop thinking

about how it'll make you look?

Think what you're saying.

She has no idea.

I can't believe y'all

are doing this to me.

- She knows too much as it is.

- She doesn't know sh*t.

What she knows,

she's made the worst of it.

It's like this, pal. If you don't

tell her, we will. Case closed.

- This is not the Ya-Ya way.

- It is now.

Ya-Ya.

Now, let's eat.

We were ill-equipped.

It can be summed up in, "The road

to hell is paved with good intentions."

What about the road back?

What's that paved with?

Humility.

Really?

Does she even have that

in her repertoire?

Not that she'd care to admit.

Pride covers a multitude of sins.

But you live with someone

long enough...

...you can see

what they're trying to hide...

...by the way they try to hide it.

She's hurting too, baby girl.

Daddy?

Did you get loved enough?

What's enough?

My question is...

...did you?

It's never too late.

You've reached Connor and Sidda.

Leave a message

and we will call you back.

Hi.

I'm very sorry to bother you so late.

Are you Mr. Walker?

- Depends.

- I'm Connor McGill.

I'm supposed to marry Sidda?

But she was...

...abducted by some friends of yours...

- Save your breath.

It's not my department.

Come on in. Vivi Walker, Connor

McGill. She'll take over from here.

Good luck.

Night-night.

Why am I just meeting you now, Connor?

Is that her doing or yours?

You know the answer to that.

Did she say she was

calling the whole thing off?

Did she use those exact words? No, she

said, "Don't mail out the invitations."

But she didn't say burn them

or throw them out.

It's taken years to nail down a date.

She says "Why rush?", or

"Things are good, why change?"

I don't know what she's afraid of.

She thinks the bottom will drop out.

You know why she thinks that,

don't you, honey?

Because it did.

It always did.

What? What is it?

Put your arms up.

Take a sip.

Sorry. I thought it was water.

Lulu and Baylor are sick.

Baylor pooped in bed.

Baylor, God! Come on!

Get in the bathtub.

- Get out of those pants!

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to!

Don't cough and help

with your brother!

- Baylor, we have to be a good boy.

- My tummy hurts.

We have to take your temperature.

- God, Lulu!

- I'm sorry, Mommy.

Throw up in the toilet!

Where's your father?

Why do I have to do everything myself?

Stop!

God!

Mama.

- Pick me up.

- Mama.

Shut up!

Mama, come here.

Willetta.

- Do you have any money?

- No, ma'am, I don't.

Make Little Shep eat oatmeal,

or he'll be in the cookies.

Where you going in your fancy coat?

- Confession. I'm going for absolution.

- Watch out for cat-eyed priests.

Be back in an hour.

Bless me, Father, I've sinned.

My last confession was two weeks ago.

Go ahead.

Father, I accuse myself of bad

thoughts toward my family.

- You've hated your husband?

- Yes, and my children.

How many times have you borne

these thoughts?

- Too many to count.

- What are these bad thoughts?

In my thoughts...

...I want to abandon my children.

I want to injure my husband.

I want to run away.

I want to be unattached.

I want to be famous.

- You must banish these bad thoughts.

- What if I can't make them stop?

Well then, ask Mary, the mother

of our blessed Lord...

...to teach you to bear your

cross silently...

...patiently, and in perfect

submission to the will of God.

Good morning.

May I have some coffee, please?

Yes. Thank... Wait.

Is today Thursday?

Friday?

Hi, darling. You okay?

I'm fine, honey.

Sidda, honey, don't cry.

How is everybody?

All by yourself?

I'm very proud of you, honey.

That's good.

I'm coming home.

Today.

How about we have shrimp for supper?

I love you too.

Bye-bye.

Does she know about all this?

She knew I was gone.

Wasn't the first time.

I know she blames me.

Of course she does,

just like I blame my mother.

I didn't screw up her life any more

than my mother screwed up mine.

She almost did.

But all the real...

...Iong-term damage...

...I did to myself.

Vivi.

I just want the woman to marry me.

Vivi?

Did you knock?

What is it, honey?

- I had a question.

- Well...

Well, what's the question, honey?

Did I ruin your life?

I always thought the story

was I'd ruined yours.

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