Evening Page #6
you could be your old self again?
It would mean so much to me.
I want you back.
We're in trouble now.
Maybe we should just keep going.
Where could we go from here?
The boat. We could sail to Barbados.
I've never been to Barbados.
See, me neither.
We should probably stop in and say
goodbye to the Wittenborns, though,
since we'll be stealing their boat.
I've got a funny feeling suddenly.
What?
I don't want to go back into that house.
I don't. Not for one minute.
It's just a formality.
Kiss me.
Gladly.
You'll come back for me then?
Yes, ma'am.
Hello?
Hello.
Are you Ann's daughters?
Yeah. I'm Nina.
I'm Constance.
I'm Lila Ross.
I'm an old friend of your mother's.
Hi.
I got a telephone call from her nurse.
She said your mother was very, very ill
so I came right away.
I hope it's not inconvenient.
No, not at all. Come in.
Just up here.
Ann?
Are you an angel? Because frankly,
I don't want any damn angels in here.
Hardly. It's Lila.
Oh, my God!
Oh, gosh.
It's been a long, long time.
Years and years and years.
Mmm-hmm.
Yes.
Lila.
It's terribly hard, being so sick.
Is Carl...
Gone.
Seven years now.
Hmm.
We have three children.
Three? I have two. Two girls.
I know. I saw the girls downstairs.
They're so lovely.
Do you still know Harris?
In a Christmas card sort of way.
He met a girl. In Shelburne Falls. A nurse.
Yes, I know.
He wrote me a letter.
Mmm-hmm.
I know.
I thought there'd be so many chances.
There were some.
But not...
No one ever moved me like...
There, there.
La, la, la.
Have you been happy?
At times.
At times I've been very unhappy.
Is that it?
I never expected as much as you did.
I expected so much.
Yes, you did.
And you got so much.
Two bad marriages and
I didn't turn out to be such a great singer.
You sang at my wedding.
A century or two ago.
Oh, yes.
My God, you were wonderful.
You were so beautiful standing up there.
So brave and strong,
and full of hope.
It was nothing.
Well, it was something to me.
My God!
Mmm-hmm.
Really?
Yeah.
Harris?
Harris!
Ann?
Hi. Hi.
How are you?
Okay. I'm fine.
I can't believe this.
I'm moving to Los Angeles.
We're going back to Shelburne Falls.
We just came in for the weekend,
to see my wife's brother.
That's your son?
Buddy.
Three years old.
Harris.
Oh, no, no. I've... I've got a plane to catch.
You look great.
So do you.
I have a daughter.
Wonderful.
You still singing?
Not right now.
Why did you stop?
I got married.
And I married Ralph Haverford.
Oh.
And then I had the baby,
and, you know,
one thing just sort of leads to another.
I have to tell you something.
I still know which stars are ours.
Well,
call me.
Call me if you ever get to Los Angeles.
Yeah, sure.
If you ever find yourself in Shelburne Falls...
Oh.
Oh.
from my own wedding.
You remember that?
Yeah.
Not entirely sure what I wanted that day.
Not sure what I should have wanted.
But I have thought about you, singing.
I wish I could sing for you again.
You can't know how much it mattered.
But don't you think at least one of us
should have married Harris.
I think
we did what we needed to do.
Yeah.
I suppose we did.
Can I ask you a question?
Of course.
Who's Harris?
Harris was a boy that your mother dated
a long, long time ago.
Was she in love with him?
We were all in love with Harris.
What happened to him?
He worked with the poor, got married,
had children, became an old man.
I have to ask. I'm sorry, but I have to know.
Do you think Mom made
some sort of terrible mistake back then?
Harris was just a boy, dear.
An unusually attractive one, I'll admit.
But your mother had a whole life.
She had you.
For all the good it did her.
She sang at my wedding.
She raised two girls.
We can't know everything she did.
But, I can assure you, it was a great deal.
Guess my cab is here.
Sorry. She's just been saying strange things.
Mmm.
We're mysterious creatures, aren't we?
And at the end,
so much of it turns out not to matter.
Listen to an old lady.
Hi, Mom.
Hello, sweetheart.
How you feeling?
I feel wonderful.
I don't feel sick at all.
Oh, honey.
You look a little better, too.
I am a little better, I think.
I'm gonna get up. I'm going to make
a big breakfast for everybody.
I think you're being a little too ambitious.
Will do you do something for me?
Anything.
Will you try to be happy?
That's a tall order, Mom.
Will you try not to be scared all the time?
Hmm.
Because
there's no such thing as a mistake.
You get nervous, but...
But you sing anyway.
I'm just going to sleep
for a minute now, okay?
Okay.
Mommy, I want you.
Just a second, Connie.
I want you now!
What is it, honey?
I can't get Barbie into her dress.
Well, she can wait a minute,
don't you think?
She can't bang on that xylophone thing
when I'm working.
That is so true.
Here, all yours.
I'm making dinner, can you just manage
with Nina for 20 minutes?
I've got a deadline, okay?
Barbie's going to be late.
What is she late for, angel?
Her party, she's going to be late,
she's going to miss everything.
I see the moon and the moon sees me
And the moon sees somebody
I'd want to see
God bless the moon, and God bless me
And God bless the somebody
I'd want to see
God looked down from up above
And he picked you out for me to love
He picked you out from all the rest
'Cause he knew that I loved you
the very best
I see the moon and the moon sees me
And the moon sees somebody
I'd want to see
God bless the moon and God bless me
And God bless the somebody
I'd want to see
Good morning.
Hey.
Sit down.
Thanks.
Guess what.
What?
I'm pregnant.
You're kidding.
Never more serious.
Wow.
Oh, uh...
Are you happy?
Yeah! Are you happy?
I think so.
Yeah, I think I am.
Sit down. Should you sit down?
I'm only two months along, I'm fine.
Oh, my God.
A baby. We're going to have a baby.
Which, frankly, scares the hell out of me.
It'll be great.
Yeah. I'm sure it will, at times.
And at times I'm sure I'll be exhausted
and angry
and think I've made a total mess of my life.
I'll be there.
You will, won't you?
Even if I get confused and strange
and horrible.
Yeah, I'll do my best.
I will, too.
Connie, we're gonna have a baby.
I know. That's great.
I'm...
I'm going to be a father!
You're going to be an aunt!
Girls,
I think you should come upstairs.
I'll be right here.
You will, won't you?
Yeah. Yeah.
That's good. That's very, very good.
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