In Her Shoes Page #5

- She wanted me there.

- You don't know that.

- Yes, I do. I know.

- How?

I just do.

How?

I've never told anybody this,

not even Ira.

I'll take it to my grave,

probably tomorrow.

[ Chuckles ]

It wasn't a car accident.

I mean, eh- it- it was a car...

and there was a crash, but-

How do you know it was on purpose?

She wrote a note.

It came the day after the funeral.

What'd it say?

One line.

"Please take care of my girls. "

- And you didn't.

- [ Restrained Sobbing ] Mm-mmm.

You didn't because you couldn't.

Now you can, so you will.

Ella, bubbeleh, you did the best

you could in a very bad situation.

You got nothing to feel guilty about.

And you tell that

to Miss Hotsy-Totsy Pants.

[ Chuckles ]

So this is where all my boyfriends

have been coming from.

[ Chuckles ]

They took a vote. I don't know who

I pissed off, but somehow... I lost.

Or won. Either way, it's official.

I am the captain of the softball team.

[ Laughs ]

Yeah.

Look, I know this isn't my business,

but I can't not say anything.

You have rights, legal options

for getting your job back.

I don't want it back.

You don't?

I thought you loved it.

You were always the first one there in the morning

and the last one to leave at night.

I know. Not because I loved it.

Then why?

I don't know.

Maybe... I was scared of what

would happen if I wasn't there.

Oh, what? Like the place

would fall apart without you?

- With law freaks like you there? Never.

- [ Laughs ]

No, I wasn't worried about the office.

I guess it was more... me...

and what would happen to me

without those people to please...

and those tasks to get done.

Like... maybe... those were

the things holding me together.

And without them, I'd...

fall apart.

But you didn't.

I guess not.

So what does hold you together?

For me, it's the law, politics...

the Sixers and good food.

If you ever want to join me

for a game or a meal...

I hope you'll give me a call.

Ella?

[ Gasps ]

Oh. I was just looking for-

For what?

[ Sighs ]

Sorry, I-

Wrong dresser.

It's in the sock drawer.

What is?

My cash. That's what you were looking for,

right? That's what you want.

[ Scoffs ]

No. God.

[ Clicks Tongue ]

Oh, well.

I guess after being absent

for some 20-odd years or so...

I can't expect you to want

to have a relationship with me.

- How much?

- How much what?

Money, Maggie. How much money

were you hoping to get from me?

- I don't know.

- Yes, you do.

I want to go to New York.

Maybe... act.

I think I'd be good at it.

Mmm, clearly.

- How much do you need?

- Three grand.

That you would not have found

in the sock drawer.

How much do you have?

Well...

I won't give you $3,000,

but I'll do this.

They need help over

at the Assisted Living Center.

You get that job, stop loafing around

here like some princess...

and I will match what you earn,

penny for penny.

You would do that?

Why?

Because I'm your grandmother.

[ Chattering ]

[ Woman ]

Oh, I don't think so.

Last time I ran anywhere was to my wedding.

Look what happened.

- Is that Corinne?

- No.

- Who is it?

- Maggie.

Have we met before?

There's a pick-up line

with a little dust on it.

Fine. What's your sign?

I've been out of the game for a while.

What, like 7 0,80 years?

[ Chuckling ]

Give or take.

Where's Corinne?

She's my number-one girl.

Well, excuse me, but what does

Corinne have that I don't?

- She reads to me.

- Oh.

You could do it, maybe nose her

out of first position.

Here.

I'm a little busy right now.

Maybe you should wait for Corinne.

- [ Exhales Deeply ]

- [ Line Ringing ]

- [ Simon ] Hello?

- Are the Sixers basketball or hockey?

[ MUSIC ] [ Organ: Fanfare ]

[ Crowd Cheering ]

[ Simon ]

Come on, Eric!

Yeah, baby! Yeah, baby!

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Get back, get back!

That's Reggie Miller!

You gotta get him!

- [ Sixers Fans Booing ]

- He'll make it every time.

Boo! That's right.

- Boo!

- Good.

[ Man ]

I can't believe we lost the game.

- Why can't you believe it?

We've been losin' all season long.

- That's right.

We need a three-point man, a man who

can shoot the pill, a man who can thrill.

I don't care if you have the best

three-point shooter in the league.

- You got to get back on defense.

- But at the same time, you need

to put points on the boards too.

Look at the best teams in history-

the Celtics, the Bulls, the Lakers-

all great defensive teams.

I mean, offense sells tickets,

but defense wins ball games.

- He's right.

Without defense, you won't win games.

- Thank you.

[ Sniffs ]

Hmm.

I see you're a fan of the classics.

Um, what?

- Oh, that. That-That's my sister's.

- Oh. Oh, okay.

I hope you like cheap, almost-stale red.

[ Chuckles ]

It's my favorite.

What's she like- the sister?

She's, you know, a sister.

- You don't want to talk about your sister.

- I didn't say that.

I don't want to talk about my sister.

Cheers.

So what's he like,

this, um, Captain Jack?

"His fingers tangled in her curls...

"while his tongue plundered

the soft cavern of her mouth.

"She made no protest.

"Her furnace was alight.

"Jack drew his lips from hers

and urged her forward...

"so he could take

one shirt-veiled nipple...

"into his mouth.

"Kit's gasp urged him on.

"He licked the material

until it clung...

"to the ripe peak...

"then drew the turgid flesh

deep into his mouth.

"Kit moaned, her body

spasming in response.

Her eyes were closed,

her lips parted. "

Okay, um, embarrassing

as this is to admit...

I'm officially turned on.

Does this mean that I'm your b*tch?

Do you want to be my b*tch?

I have wanted to be your b*tch

since my first day at Dommel.

That Chicago trip- I was convinced it was

all gonna come together for me there.

- Was I unfriendly?

- Oh, no. I mean, not compared to, say, Stalin.

[ Both Laugh ]

I'm sorry.

- Hmm. I was hideous.

- That's okay.

You have plenty of time

to make it up to me.

[ Dogs Barking ]

- Go, go, go!

- [ Barking ]

Come on, come on!

- [ Barking ]

- Yes! Go!

Yes! [ Laughing ] Yes!

So, how's it going with Hotsy Tots?

- [ Chuckling ] Oh, fine.

- "Fine," she says.

- [ Chuckles ]

- What?

There's no "fine" with grandkids.

It's either the best day of your life

or sheer torture.

- What do you do together?

- I don't know. We eat.

[ Mrs. Lefkowitz ]

Huh! T hat's it?

Oh, do things she likes to do.

Read the fashion magazines, surf the Net,

watch the smut on the cable.

- I don't have cable.

- [ Mrs. Lefkowitz ] No cable?

And she wonders why she and the girl

aren't all buddy-buddy.

I don't need television to build

a relationship with my granddaughter.

You're new to this. Trust me.

It's all about surround sound.

[ Woman On TV] I just needed

a little kiss to make me feel better...

but now it wasn't working.

- Maggie!

- Oh!

We're having Cosmopolitans.

Would you like one?

[ Woman On TV] I wasn't getting

the same rush. Tonight, I needed more.

No, thanks.

Meanwhile, uptown, Charlotte wondered

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