Housekeeping Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1987
- 116 min
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"Helen Foster ten years' old,
10-10-28."
She wrote it so tiny
because of Grandma.
We were frightened for weeks
that she'd find it.
God, it still gives me a shiver to see it.
And Grandpa's mountains.
- I like them.
- Yeah.
He grew up in the plains,
where everything was flat.
Then Sylvie told us the old story
about Grandpa and his mountains.
We wanted to hear
more about Mother,
but we listened politely
and smiled in the right places.
After all,
there was plenty of time.
Already we had
great plans for Sylvie.
How did he get here?
Well, when he was sixteen,
he walked to the railroad,
he jumped on a train and he said,
"Just let me off at the mountains."
That's how we all ended up
in Fingerbone.
Then he married Grandma
and he built her this house.
He was always restless, though...
Oh, my...
Oh!
I've never seen such a thing!
He must've been such a strange boy.
It sounds like the bridge is breaking up.
It's just the ice.
The Simmonds' house
isn't where it used to be.
Oh, it's so hard to tell.
Those bushes used to be on the other side.
Maybe the bushes have moved.
It is a shame.
Well, he's mixed up, anyway.
So, what do you say
to a game of crazy eights? Hm?
No, I don't really want to.
Okay, well, what do you want to do?
I want to find some other people.
Now?
Well, tomorrow.
We could wade up
to the higher ground.
There must be lots of people
camping up there.
Well, we're fine here.
I mean, we can cook our own food
and sleep in our own beds.
What could be better?
I'm tired of it.
Oh, it's the loneliness.
Yeah, it bothers a lot of people.
You know, I once knew this woman
who was so lonely,
she married an old man with a limp
and had four children in five years
and none of it helped at all.
She was still lonely.
Why didn't you have children?
Well, I dunno.
I guess it just wasn't in the cards.
Did you want them?
But, did you want to have them?
You must know, Lucille,
that some questions aren't polite.
I'm sure my mother must have told you that.
She's sorry.
It doesn't matter.
Let's just get some warm bricks
and then play some crazy eights, okay?
Hi, Mr. Wallace.
I'm looking for Moses,
Mrs. Watling's dog.
He came back into town
two nights ago.
How are things here?
Well, we heard some dogs during the night,
but nothing's come by.
Not even a cat.
Oh.
Oh, er, I'd ask you to sit down,
but the couch is full of water.
Oh, that's all right.
I'd better find that Moses.
Would you have
some coffee beans?
just float away.
Sure.
Thanks.
You were lucky up here.
Yeah.
I'm looking for Dash.
Has he been around?
Lucille disliked
school even more than I.
Her ears turned red
just at the thought of it.
Just after school took up again,
she was wrongly accused
and had to stand out in front
of the whole class.
She stayed home for a week.
Sylvie didn't seem
to mind or worry
because Lucille's symptoms never
included fever or loss of appetite.
Listen to this.
"Please excuse Lucille's absence.
"She had pains in her wrists and knees,
"a buzzing in her ears, a sore tongue,
"faintness, a stomach ache
and double vision,
"but not fever or loss of appetite.
"I did not call the doctor
"because she always seemed quite well
by nine-thirty or ten in the morning."
Well, we'll have to get her
Say you lost it.
What if they call her?
I'm not going to school.
What'll you tell Sylvie?
Maybe I won't go home.
Where will you go?
Down to the lake, maybe.
It'll be cold.
I'll go, too.
Then we'll both be in trouble.
This prospect seemed
oddly familiar and comfortable.
We expected someone to step out
or the sheets on a clothes line
and question us,
but no-one did.
that week at the lake.
We had no choice
but to wait until we were caught.
Every day
the situation grew worse,
until we began to find a giddy
and heavy-hearted pleasure in it.
I suppose the very worst thing
would be the sheriff.
Yeah, that would be the worst.
We were cold,
bored, lonely and guilty,
and longing to be caught.
Why does she buy
these stupid shoes?
She likes the colours.
I don't mind them.
Rosette Brown's mother takes her
to Spokane just to buy shoes.
And she gets ballet lessons.
Her mother sews all the costumes.
There's Sylvie.
She's looking for us.
But Sylvie only
looked out across the lake,
or up at the sky if a gull cried,
or at the ground at her feet.
She didn't seem to notice us.
We'd been waiting all week
to be caught.
Sylvie's behaviour
was annoying.
Then it became frightening.
Sylvie!
Hi!
Ain't our business.
I had no idea it was so late.
before school got out.
School isn't out
Oh! Then I was right
after all.
The one thirty-five just came through,
so it must still be pretty early.
Oh, boy, I've been wanting
to do that for the longest time.
You know, I'm sure I could
feel it shaking.
What if you fell in?
Oh, I was pretty careful.
If you fell in, everyone would
think you did it on purpose.
Even us.
Oh...
Well...
I guess that's true.
I, I didn't mean to upset you.
Really, I thought you would be in school.
We didn't go to school this week.
But, you see, I didn't know that.
that you'd be here.
Sylvie's attitude to
our truancy was... unsatisfactory.
As Lucille said,
dragged us back to school by the ears."
Sometimes it felt that
instead of
the other way around.
- The beads are so pretty.
- Yeah.
Oh, it fits!
But no matter how much
Lucille and I worried about Sylvie,
we didn't talk about her.
Oh!
We were afraid to
put our thoughts into words,
but we watched her...
very closely.
Clearly our aunt was
an unusual person.
Happy birthday to you
- Happy birth...
- Sylvie!
Oh!
...birthday dear Ruthie
Happy birthday to you
When we did go back
to school, nobody questioned us.
They said our circumstances
were special.
This was a relief,
already drawing attention to herself.
As soon as the weather allowed,
we stopped going to school altogether.
Although we still left home every
morning, as a courtesy to Sylvie.
I felt an odd affinity with the hoboes
who gathered at the bridge.
There we all were
in unsuitable clothes,
wordlessly passing the time
by the lake,
like the marooned survivors
of some wreck.
When summer came, we would spend
whole days high up in the woods.
We remembered
Grandma telling us
she had gone there to hunt for
wildflowers with Edmund, her husband.
He used to wear a necktie and
Sunday suit even to stalk the forest.
Tra la la, tweedle-dee dee-dee
It gives me a thrill
Gone are the days
When he would take me on his knee
And with a smile.
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