Little Children Page #7

Is he doing

his ocean dance?

Sarah sometimes let herself

be carried away by fantasies

of a future very different from the life

she was living now,

in which she and Brad were

free to love each other

in broad daylight;

where they had no one

to answer to

but each other.

It could happen,

she thought. It had to,

because she wasn't sure she

could keep living like this

for very much longer.

Open your mouth again.

No, I don't want to.

May your mouth

be open.

May your mouth.

This is coming

into your mouth.

Open your mouth,

little fishy.

Hungry, hungry.

Little fishy

is not hungry?

You okay?

Yeah, fine.

- How about you?

- Great.

So how was

your weekend?

You really wanna know?

It sucked.

How was yours?

Terrible.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Yeah, we went to the beach

and all Kathy and I did

was argue

the whole time.

Oh, you did?

Yeah, it was our

annual argument

over taking

the bar exam,

like our whole life

depends on it.

Get it over with.

You'll feel better.

It's this whole thing.

Gotta take a train

on Wednesday.

It's a two-day ordeal.

I'm not even

gonna pass.

- You'll be fine.

- No.

No, I won't.

I haven't cracked

a book all summer.

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

Don't-- don't do it.

- What?

- The test.

- Oh.

- Blow it off.

We should go somewhere,

just for a night,

you know?

Richard's out

of town till Friday,

and I'm sure I can get

a sitter for Lucy.

No, I can't do that.

I gotta take the test.

That's good.

- Looks good?

- Yeah.

Well, I have a good

feeling about this whole thing.

In fact, I think I'm gonna go buy

a bottle of champagne

and put it in the fridge,

and we can open it to celebrate

when we get

the good news.

Don't get your hopes up.

We've been

through this before.

Huh-uh. This time's

gonna be different.

I can feel it.

Can you believe it?

This is our first date.

Like a date, you know,

without the kids, I mean.

How was Lucy?

Did she cry or anything?

No, are you kidding?

With Jean there, she

just about shoved me out the door.

I thought we could make something

really beautiful.

I have so

many things here.

We could make...

a picture frame.

Or a jewelry box.

Or a hat.

Something for my mommy.

Okay.

- Stop it, stop it.

- No, Ronnie.

Ron-- Ron-- Ronnie,

just hold on.

Now there.

You look handsome.

She won't be disappointed.

Wait'll she hears

about my criminal record.

I don't think you need

to get into that just yet.

Why don't you stick

to small talk?

What if someone

recognizes me?

That's highly unlikely.

I made the dinner reservation

at a restaurant over

in Haverhill.

Sheila.

- Sheila.

- Yeah.

Something wrong

with the food?

No, it's fine.

Back at the house you

mentioned you were on medication.

- What kind?

- All kinds.

Mostly psychotropic.

So you had some kind

of a breakdown?

Mm-hmm, my junior year

in college.

You were that young?

What happened?

I don't really know.

Well, nervous breakdowns

don't just come out of nowhere.

Something must have

caused it.

I guess.

But I was fine before

I left for college.

I don't know.

Maybe it was the stress

of being on my own.

Maybe it's a chemical

imbalance in my brain.

Every psychiatrist I go to

has a different opinion.

This one guy, Dr. Faris,

he said I must have been

sexually abused as a child.

When I told him

I wasn't,

he said I must be

repressing the memory.

Right, um, so what

happened after that?

Did you drop out

of school?

Not right away.

My mother wanted me

to go

to the campus

counseling center.

And they wanted

the problem fixed, like I could just

snap my fingers and everything

would be okay again.

Yeah, I know

all about that.

You do?

Yes, I do.

So they said

I could leave school

and get married and have lots of kids

like my sisters,

and I can't take care

of kids.

I can't even take care

of myself

most of the time.

Besides, who's gonna marry me?

You're not so bad.

What?

You're--

you're not so bad.

I haven't had

a real boyfriend in six years,

not since my second

breakdown.

I had this thing happen

on a Greyhound bus.

- I was--

- Do you want me to wrap that up?

Oh, no, thank you.

No, wrap it up, please.

I'll take it home.

Folks gonna want dessert?

What do you say, Sheila?

You wanna share something sweet?

Let's make a little stop.

Take the next left.

Turn off the lights.

I had

a nice time tonight.

The last guy

I went out with,

you know what he did?

He ditched me.

He got up to go

to the men's room,

never came back.

Stuck me with the check.

Never said goodbye.

Never called

to apologize.

He wasn't my type anyway.

He was a big-shot CPA.

Super normal guy.

Didn't want to be dating some psycho.

But you seem like

a nice person.

Better not tell on me.

You hear me?

You better not tell,

or I'll f***ing get you.

Hold on, Mom.

Hold on, Dad.

You should park the car

on the escalator, and back...

- So?

- What?

- Up, down and then up.

- Test, dummy. How'd it go?

It was all right.

You didn't call home

last night.

I was worried.

Go on the escalator.

Guess I could really use

that cellphone.

Go on the escalator.

- Well, look who's back.

- Oh, hi.

Hi, Jean.

Thanks.

You're a lifesaver.

So how was

your old roommate?

Oh, great.

Yeah, thanks for doing this

on such short notice.

Let me give you something

for your time.

That's not necessary.

No, really.

I insist.

Please don't.

Okay.

Uh, any calls?

Nope,

it was very quiet.

She's asleep on your bed.

It was a very busy day.

That's great.

Um, Jean,

is everything okay?

Yeah, she's

a wonderful child.

Mommy.

Mommy!

Yeah.

Are you coming?

- I have something.

- What?

I have something

for you.

Just give me

a second here, okay?

Brad.

Brad.

Hmm.

Aaron's been telling me

about his new friend Lucy.

She sounds like

a sweet little girl.

What's her mother like?

Nice enough, I guess.

I can't even

remember her name.

Isn't it Sarah?

Sarah?

Yeah, Sarah,

from the pool.

Her daughter's name

is Lucy.

Oh, Lucy's mom.

Yeah, I forgot. That's right.

Her name is Sarah.

Hmm.

Yeah, it might be

really nice for Aaron

if they came over

for dinner.

Okay.

So you're

in advertising?

No, that's-- that's

a common misconception.

I'm not in advertising.

I'm in branding.

And that's very different.

Richard's pretty high up

in the company.

Yeah yeah,

I have these clients

and they'll come to me

when they have,

you know, a new product

they wanna sell.

Like, um, these guys,

they were in a couple weeks ago.

They're trying to open this chain

of Chinese restaurants, right?

They're talking to me

and I-- I look down at the table

and I realize that none

of these guys were Chinese.

Where were they from?

They're a bunch of fat cats

from Tennessee.

They think they can start a chain

of Chinese restaurants good enough

to fool the average

American boob.

Oh, God.

Mmm!

- This is delicious.

- Isn't it?

Brad's a fantastic cook.

So you guys see these

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