Feast of Love Page #7

I watched for longer than I should have.

I was envious.

And then I felt sorry for them.

There's so much they don't know.

Heartbreak they can't even imagine.

(SIGHS)

Well, even if they knew,

it wouldn't change anything.

How so?

Well, Chloe knew

what was gonna happen to Oscar.

- What do you mean she knew?

- She did.

She went to some psychic lady

who predicted the whole thing.

She believed her?

Yes, Harry.

She did.

And she didn't run away.

She didn't crawl into a hole.

She found them a house,

she threw away her birth control,

and she married him.

God doesn't hate us, Harry.

If he did, he wouldn't have

made our hearts so brave.

(BRANCHES RUSTLING)

Hello, Bat.

Who the f*** are you?

Harry Stevenson.

I don't think we've had the pleasure.

What's that?

What do you think?

Well, what's it for?

- For that whore that killed my boy.

- Now, wait a minute.

I was told that that was because of

a congenital heart defect.

I don't need to listen to that crap!

I got business here.

So do I.

(GROANS)

Now, listen to me.

You are not to bother that girl ever again.

You understand me?

You are not to blame her

for your miserable life.

You do, and I'll kill you myself. I swear it.

Now get the hell out of here. Go on!

Harry?

- It was the Bat, wasn't it?

- It's all right. He's gone.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Chloe...

You asked me

if Esther and I would be your parents.

I thought you were just being kind

to an old man

after I told you about the death of my son,

so I didn't answer.

And I didn't know that you already knew

that terrible things were going to happen.

Esther and I want you to come

and live with us.

Be our little girl.

Say yes.

Please say yes.

Yes.

Yes.

(CRYING)

Yes.

Esther and I will give you and your baby

all the love we have left to give.

Let's go home.

HARRY:
The unexpected is always upon us.

And of all the gifts arrayed before me,

this one thought at this moment in my life

is the most precious.

And so, we begin again.

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