Hannah Free Page #2

you asked after her.

She was a cute little girl,

but she's been

a pain in the ass

ever since she joined

the Baptist Church.

Hi.

Are you Grandma Hannah?

What?!

The nurse told me

I should speak with

'Grandma Hannah'

about my project for school.

Grandma Hannah?

Jesus Christ,

don't call me that.

Sorry, she must have... uh...

What?

Women's Suffrage?

The Civil War?

What is it you want

my sage advice about?

I'm busy.

The Depression.

I went to Alaska.

Caught everything I ate

except chocolate.

Are you writing it down?

I voted for Roosevelt

because I liked Eleanor.

The war broke out,

I lied about my age,

I joined the WACS,

and I flew planes.

I invested in computer stocks

in the 50s.

That's how come

a Depression rat like me

can afford this beauteous

single room in Hotel Hell.

That's it. Posterity.

You get asked this a lot.

They send all you in here.

Perk me up.

What in the hell

do you think I am -

the public library?

Go ask your parents

what it was like

getting raised in the 60s.

My parents are dead.

Well, so are mine.

Please, take me home!

Please, take me home!

Mama! Mama! Mama!

What an awful place.

Always have a gun handy

to shoot yourself

in case you fall off

a goddamned roof.

In Alaska if I'd fell off a roof

a bear woulda ate me

and made some use out of me.

Sit down.

You've been to Alaska?

I lived in Alaska.

Look at this...

From a friend of mine

who's still livin' up there.

Lord, now you're

robbing the cradle.

And I thought I'd seen it all.

Nonsense.

Living in Alaska's nonsense?

Nah, I'm just mumbling to myself.

Old people do that.

No, Alaska was great.

I was real happy living there.

How'd you survive?

Had a high school diploma.

Taught school in Barrow.

Skinned things.

You get by.

You just went and did it?

Most people dream and stay home.

There is nothing wrong

with staying home.

I'd really like

to go to Africa,

but I'm afraid

if I need a blood transfusion...

Why? You sick?

No.

So don't get sick.

The blood supply in Africa

is so tainted with AIDS.

What if something did happen?

God forbid

something should happen.

Trust me, kid,

you can 'what if' yourself

into a real boring life.

I really don't care

to listen to this.

You call this something?

I went to your wedding!

What?

She's being ridiculous.

Uh... nothin'. Forget it.

So you married?

Nope.

It's hard to tell.

I wonder...

Girls used to wear

pinky rings and men's socks.

How old are you?

Twenty-one.

Maybe she doesn't know,

but I sure knew by then.

Have you ever been married?

Not to a man.

Oh, yeah?

You gonna put that

in your paper?

Maybe.

Is she dead?

Almost.

They got her in some

other wing in this dump.

They won't let me see her.

She's in a coma,

they still won't let me see her.

Trying to protect us

from each other.

People were always doing that.

Is she who you talk to?

I can't go to her,

so I bring her to me.

And she comes on her own.

I still talk to my parents...

especially when I can't sleep.

You're the only person

I've told.

Well, I'm pretty damn safe.

I won't tell.

They died last year.

Car accident.

Rachel's been

in a coma a while...

Stroke.

I was in the hospital

all busted up

or I woulda taken care of her.

And now her damn daughter...

That's her legal family,

you know,

so, anyway, here I sit.

And Rachel's right here

in this nursing home?

Beats the hell out of me

what they think

I'm gonna do to her.

I just...

I wanted to say goodbye.

Her daughter's

with her all the time?

Well, she goes home at night.

God, I'm just so afraid

that she's gonna die alone.

Late at night.

That'd be her way,

slip out real quiet-like.

But if it was up to her,

she'd want me there.

Don't be too sure.

You're so funny.

She's being funny.

A nurse told me

that people can visit

if they want.

Nobody wants to.

But they can.

I mean, I could.

Could come by

at three in the morning,

swing by your room,

visiting you.

Take you for a stroll

to Rachel's room...

You mean that?

Um...

You'd have to help me

into my chair.

Is your back strong?

Don't worry about it.

I play softball and basketball.

Uh huh.

So it's no problem.

Good.

Because she could

go in a year,

or she could go tonight.

And I don't wanna miss her.

Then let's go tonight.

Three o'clock sound good?

Yeah.

How come you're goin'

outta your way for me, kid?

I don't know.

Maybe so somebody'll

help me out when I'm old.

Yeah, don't count on it.

You seen my horses?

Nope.

Got nothin' in here but goats.

You might want to check

the TV room down the hall.

I'll just do that.

How the hell

they got outta the barn,

that's what I wanna know.

This way?

Turn left

at the drinking fountain.

See ya around, toots.

He a regular?

Never seen him before.

At least he's got

all his parts.

It's those diabetics

with stumps for legs

that depress

the hell out of me.

Especially when

I knew 'em before, you know.

Some of these kids

are from school.

Is there anything you need?

Anything I can

bring you tonight?

Just Rachel.

Three o'clock.

Thanks, kiddo.

That's not the first time

you've waved somebody

under my nose.

That missionary...

followed you

all the way from Brazil.

Do I have to hear

about her again?

I mean it's ancient history.

Clean food and American toilets

is what looked good

to her, not me.

Everything she ate

down there gave her the runs.

Why do you have

to give every little detail?

You always were one

to pull the curtains.

Some things are private.

You mean hidden...

Pretending.

Your dead husband's

photograph on the mantel

and flowers on his grave

on Decoration Day.

And there you were

with all the good widows

at the cemetery.

Then you'd come back home

and hop back in bed with me.

I can't talk to you.

You sure used to.

I'm going back to my room.

Fine.

Used to be we'd make up

by doing the deed.

I'd stay after you until

I had all your clothes off.

Don't you dare follow me.

Baby, I'll only be in Brazil

for a month,

and the money is good.

My God...

A whole month

without your apple pie.

A month without the smell

of your hair.

A month without your eyes...

Shut up.

I'm still mad at you.

I know.

I still feel it.

I want you

just like I always did.

Not the way I am now,

plugged in like a lamp.

Well, it's that

time again, Hannah.

Let's put you on the toilet.

But I haven't eaten anything.

I don't need cleaning out

if I haven't eaten anything.

You know we do it

every three days.

It's on your chart.

But I'm not bound up, dammit.

Well, that's thanks to this.

My body's gonna forget

how to sh*t on its own

if you keep

shoving that up me.

Just leave me alone.

Hannah, we don't want

to have to restrain you.

Just try it.

Doctor knows

what's best for you.

I haven't seen that

little a**hole in three months.

How does he know what I need?

Look, I don't get paid

a fortune for doing this.

I've got enough on my plate

without having to argue with you.

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