Foxes Page #8

- Okay.

- Bye, Mary.

- Bye.

You want me to drive up there with you?

If you want.

I don't want to tell you that you can't.

Well, tell me the truth. My God,

you're on your way to college.

You're gonna be on your own.

The least we can do is be

honest at this point, can't we?

I don't know. Things get so complicated.

I think we'd be better off if we didn't

call each other mother and daughter.

I'd rather go alone.

I mean, that's the truth.

I like calling you mom. Okay?

- Okay.

- Okay.

I know that the subject

doesn't come up too often.

We never really get the chance

to talk about it, but...

I really love you.

I love you, too, honey.

Back in the heavy stoned days when

we used to stay up and talk a lot,

Annie and me,

we were talking about dying.

How it feels and all.

I said I'd never get buried.

I couldn't stand them

shoveling dirt in my face.

Like I'd know I'd be dead,

but I still might have this strong

compulsion to breathe, okay?

But Annie,

she said she wanted to be buried

right in the ground under a pear tree.

Really. Not in a box or anything.

She said she wanted the roots

going right through her.

And each year, we'd come along

and take a pear and go,

"Hey, Annie's tasting

good this year, huh?"

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