Gracie's Choice Page #6

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Because it's too expensive.

Ryan will eat the whole box.

It's got too much sugar.

You're hyper enough.

- Gracie, who are those guys?

- Mind your own business. Get in the car.

Down, Robbie! Get down!

Gracie! Gracie!

Stay down, Robbie!

It's okay.

It's okay.

You can't give us any description

of the shooters?

You didn't notice the make,

the color of either vehicle?

I was covering up my brother.

That's all I thought about.

- Where exactly were you?

- Where were you?

Don't talk to my sister like that.

She pays taxes!

- Show some respect.

- You were caught in a crossfire.

They shot our car! Through the door,

the rear-view mirror, the windshield!

- They blew a tire off! My sister came home...

- Ryan, get a grip!

Go upstairs. I'll be up in a minute.

Now!

Excuse my brother.

He thinks he's my husband.

This is all so terrible.

You could have been killed.

Grandma!

Robbie, honey, go upstairs

and get ready for bed. Take Lobo.

Jonny will read one of the stories

we bought.

Good night, Mr. Policeman.

- You are not helping this.

- I know.

I shouldn't have said that,

but I couldn't help myself.

- I know, Grandma.

- These things were always happening...

...to your mom.

- Gracie! I came as soon as I could.

You okay?

- What's wrong?

- I think I'm gonna puke.

Okay, you guys say your prayers?

All right. Good night.

Don't let the bedbugs bite.

- Good night.

- Good night, Tommy.

Hey.

Hi.

I can't believe you threw up

on that cop.

Yeah, it was a real projectile too.

It was a freak accident.

It could have happened to anybody.

It just brings up so much old stuff,

you know, with my mommy.

It's like nothing has changed.

You're not in that life anymore.

- It's time we made plans.

- Plans?

Tommy, I can't even plan

on lunch next week.

I'm going to court

every time I turn around.

I'm going from social worker

to social worker.

I have to do the laundry

and the groceries by myself.

- I put shoes on their feet.

- They're getting older.

Your grandmother can take over soon.

- You're not hearing me.

- I'm hearing you, baby. Yes, I am.

Next year, we're gonna get

our own place.

I'm gonna go to Braxton.

You'll go with me.

- Tommy, I can't afford college.

- On a scholarship.

Gracie, you're getting A's and B's.

Baby, I love you.

We're gonna get through this together.

Think about you for a change.

Forget about it.

Think about it.

Right now I'm thinking

about something else.

- So, what do you think now?

- It's very ivory-tower.

- You like?

- I like. For you.

What makes you think

they'll give me a scholarship?

- This. I went on the Internet.

- By yourself?

Oh, very funny. Look,

foster-family scholarship application.

- All you have to do is apply. It's a lock.

- Yeah, right.

- Do you know what a college degree means?

- More money?

No, more us.

You know, have our own kids,

start a family.

Instant family, just add Tommy.

You want?

Yes. Tommy, I want very much.

Good.

I've never once seen you take a break.

I'm applying for a scholarship,

so wish me luck.

College? I thought you were saving

for a wedding dress.

That'll come later.

And I'm renting a wedding dress.

I'm not gonna buy anything

that I'm only gonna wear once.

Hello?

Gracie, it's for you.

Grandma.

Hi. I'm here.

It's gonna be okay.

Rowena?

No, no, Grandma. It's Gracie.

You're running around

without your shoes...

...like when you ride your horse.

- I told you a million times.

- No, Grandma. It's Gracie.

I've got my shoes on.

I knew you'd come, Rowena...

...because you know

how much I love you.

You know I spoiled you.

I spoiled you when you were a little girl,

but I was too strict...

...in all the wrong ways.

Parents aren't always so smart.

But I promise,

I'm gonna make it up to you.

Oh, forgive me, Rowena, please.

You forgive your mama?

Yeah. Yeah, I forgive you.

Just rest now, okay?

Just rest because I need you.

We all need you.

Just rest.

Lord, when we hear the words

of your commandments...

...that you giveth and you taketh away...

...so often we look only at the part

that's half empty, the taketh away.

Yet, even as we are filled with sadness

for the loss of our beloved Louella...

...we are also here to celebrate

what she gave us.

Louella Larson, proud mother to a fine

and wonderful daughter, Rowena...

...loving grandmother...

- Isn't Mom supposed to be here?

She told Rose she was coming.

- Just plain Lou, although

Lou was anything but plain.

We ask you, dear Lord, to take her.

I'm starving. All I want

is chocolate all the time.

Kids!

Boys!

Oh, my God. You guys.

We couldn't find the church.

Tommy, you're still around, dude.

That's rocking.

Well, look at you.

My girls, my little girls.

My baby girls.

Hi, Mom.

Get out!

Oh, my golly.

Can you believe it?

I'm gonna be a grandma.

Poor Grandma Lou, huh?

You guys, listen. I want you

to know something, okay?

If you want anything...

...of your grandma's, a little trinket

or keepsake, you let me know.

She didn't have much. She only had

$ 7000, which she gave me, of course...

...you know, and the house and furniture.

Listen, where are my boys?

They're outside.

- Come on, come on.

- Hey, boys, guess who's home.

Well, what's up?

Come on, Jonny, Robbie.

- Well, come on! Yeah, Robbie!

- Mama!

Hi, baby.

How's my boy? Come on.

- Jonny, let's go, man. Come on.

- Oh, Mom.

Ryan?

Ryan?

Come on, man.

That's the way I like to see it.

Do you think she's gonna try

and take the boys?

Who knows what she's gonna do?

I got her.

Come on.

Gracie, that guy over there,

he wants to talk to you.

Okay.

Will you cover for me? Thanks.

What can I do for you?

What you can do is get your ass

over here and give me a hug.

Who are you?

Gracie, I'm your daddy.

What's the matter?

You don't believe me?

- I don't know. L... I can't...

- Listen...

...have you got a little place where

we could go talk for just a minute?

Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Look at you, you're the manager.

I mean, that's fabulous.

You know, and you look real pretty,

like your mom.

You turned out great, Gracie.

No thanks to you.

There's no smoking in here.

Come on, don't be mad.

You know, I just... I couldn't see you

because of the restraining order.

- They'd have put me in jail.

- You beat me.

No, no, no. Your mom beat you.

Is that true?

Sweetie, I've just been

thinking about you all these years...

...and waiting until you was 18

so that I could see you.

Have you ever heard of a phone call?

Jeez. Gracie, you know, I kind of had

some problems of my own for a while!

But, you know, the thing is,

now your mom...

She's trying to stick me

with this back child-support thing.

She's claiming that Rosie

and the boys are my kids.

Well, you know they're not, right?

So, what I need...

I just need you to sign this thing

that says that I was long gone...

This is why you came to see me?

Well, she can't get away with it,

because they're not my kids.

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