Hysterical Blindness Page #4

lt was a long time ago.

Yeah, l know.

l don't know why

you're always talking about the past.

l don't know.

-What's that for?

-l owe you a hairspray.

Thanks, Deb.

-Ma.

-What?

l could do it myself.

Okay.

Stay out as late as you can tonight, okay?

Absolutely.

Amber, tell your mother to come over.

l'm cooking, and it's very important.

Just her.

Yes, it's the filet mignon.

Tell her to hurry, okay?

l put a deposit on the mobile home.

lt has a lemon tree right out front.

-l never saw a lemon tree.

-Now you're gonna have one.

l've never even been to Florida.

We used to go down there a lot

with the kids on vacation.

We went to the Amish country once.

Yeah? That must've been a lot of fun.

Horse and buggies

and those funny clothes they wear.

-They got their own traditions.

-l know.

What town is it in?

l'm gonna look it up, they got

a great big map in the kitchen of Skyway's.

-lt's got the whole country on it.

-Jacksonville.

-Jacksonville.

-Yeah.

l'm going to look up Jacksonville, Florida.

-Bravo.

-Bravo.

-Hi.

-Hi.

How'd it go?

Okay.

Did you get to see Rick?

No. He wasn't there yet.

Did she make the filet mignon?

She's making it right now.

Hi, honey, how'd it go?

He didn't show up.

ls the fun over?

Nicky.

-l'll eat it.

-Go to hell!

Debby.

Mr. Murphy?

lt's Debby Miller.

l can't come in today, l'm really sick.

Can you tell the girls l'm really sick?

Yes, l have a temperature.

100.4, l think.

Okay, thank you.

l will.

-No work today?

-No.

-Surprised to see you here.

-Yeah, l'm surprised, too.

lt's no big deal.

-l got to go.

-You like a ginger ale or something?

No thanks, l just came for my cigarettes.

Stay awhile? Sit down.

C'mon.

-One ginger ale, please?

-You got it.

So, how's it goin'?

All right.

How's your job at the warehouse?

-Good.

-That's a good job, you know.

You work hard enough,

you'll run that place in no time.

-lt's not like that.

-l sold auto parts.

37 years.

-l know.

-l miss it sometimes.

-You do?

-Yeah, l do.

There you go.

l come in here at night with my friend Beth.

Yeah, l bet you have a good time.

You don't think l understand, do you?

You know, l understand.

And you should go out

and have good times. lt's important.

-lt's all part of your life.

-l know.

-But--

-But, what?

Nothin'.

l know what you're thinking.

l think it myself, sometimes.

This must be the end of the world.

But it never is, you know.

And you'll find that out.

l know.

Girl like you has to be careful.

What's that mean?

You got that special something.

Like your mother.

And not many people are gonna see that.

-See what?

-That you're real smart.

But l bet a lot of people tell you that.

-Yeah.

-Good.

-Finish your ginger ale, there.

-All right.

He just got caught up in

what he was doing, that's all.

Do you even know what he was doing?

-l'm sure he'll explain.

-He didn't show up, Ma.

He knew you'd be standing

on the curb waitin', and he didn't show up.

-l'm sure he'll--

-He'll what?

He's not coming back, Ma.

God, didn't you learn how to tell

when a guy ain't coming back?

Yes. Yeah, l did.

-lt's just like l thought all along.

-Debby, you're being so unfair.

He's blowing you off.

-You don't know what you're talking about.

-Yes, l do, believe me.

l can't believe

he almost had me fooled for a second.

-He's not foolin' anybody.

-How do you really know?

Because he loves me.

God!

-This is so stupid!

-lt's not stupid.

l can't f***ing talk to you!

l can't talk to you, either, so just shut up!

You see?

He left his jacket here this morning.

So?

l just hate to see her waitin' around

for this guy.

Yeah, l know.

My father was supposed to take me

to Six Flags last summer...

and he didn't show up.

lt was raining, Amber, you remember?

My mother told me that

when your father left...

you packed a suitcase

and kept it by your bedroom door...

'cause he said he was

coming back to get you.

And you didn't unpack it for over a month.

God, do you tell her everything, Beth?

Sorry.

l'll get it, Ma.

Hello.

Yeah?

Yeah, hold on, please.

lt's Nick's son, Ma.

Hello, Michael.

l've heard many nice things about you.

l'm so sorry...

for your terrible loss, Michael.

Yes, l would.

l'll see you then.

Yeah.

Bye.

Heart attack.

Ma.

Can l help you look for something?

We're out of almost everything.

l haven't been keeping up

with anything lately.

Do you want me to help you?

No. Honey, l just....

l just have to start making this list.

You can go, honey, l'm fine.

l just gotta do this.

Okay.

Thank you so much for coming.

Virginia, hi.

l'm Michael.

Michael.

l just wanted to tell you

that you meant a lot to my father.

He talked about you every day, you know.

l'm just glad that we got a chance

to see my father happy again.

Thank you.

-l'm so sorry, Deb.

-Deb, are you okay?

l guess so. lt's such a difficult time.

-Very difficult.

-Yeah.

Deb, l got to ask.

ls Rick being there

for you and your mother?

Of course he is.

You're so good at that, Bobby.

l'd really like to learn how to make

all those drinks.

Why don't you come back here?

Okay.

First thing you got to learn behind this bar

is how to pour a shot of tequila...

-without spilling a drop.

-Okay.

You're making me nervous.

Hey, Deb.

-Hey, Carolann.

-Are you alone?

No, Beth's back there with Bobby.

He's a really good friend of ours.

Yeah, mine, too. He's so sweet to me.

Remind me to introduce you to my fianc.

-l've met him.

-Yeah?

A few times.

l hope that you meet

somebody special soon.

l got to go.

Having fun, Deb?

-l gave Bobby my phone number.

-What?

l gave Bobby my phone number.

Ollie's.

Hey, Beth.

-Phone.

-For me?

-Sh*t.

-What time is it?

-Look, l don't know.

-Hello?

Amber, calm down.

l was just about to come home.

Look, Amber, you can't just call me any....

Okay, l heard you.

-Okay, l'll come home real soon.

-ln an hour.

No, real soon, honey.

Don't you dare. Don't....

Do not call my.... Amber!

-Sh*t.

-Did she hang up on you?

Yes, she said she's calling my parents

in Florida...

-if l don't come right home.

-Your parents can't do nothing to you.

Deb, my mother's gonna kill me.

She's gonna get all started again saying:

"Amber Autumn,

you want to stay with your grandma?"

-So what?

-So? Debby.

You're exaggerating, you're overreacting.

Just sit down.

-No, l'm not.

-Look, have a drink.

Thanks.

Always running out of here so early.

-Tonight, you should stay all night.

-Really? You want me to?

After everybody goes home.

-We could talk.

-You could, Beth.

No, but l can't.

l can still hang out, though.

At my house. l mean...

you can come over to my house

one night if you want.

Pretty much all l do is get up,

go to the gym, come here.

l'm the type of guy who doesn't need rules.

Has to be this way, at this time.

Past that.

Okay, fine.

Ollie's.

Let me freakin' talk to her, okay?

-Deb, no!

-Don't.

Amber, your mother and l are grownups,

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